I take your arm
I brush the surface
of your work
not of self
the self intrudes upon

practice prayed
occurs as an infringement
upon surfaces

at last the whole path
holds its lack of color
to delay the violets
approximating heart

doubt chaps happiness
alert to theft of feeling
gesture upon sweetness
falters to the centered
faith again

low branches breathed upon
shift weather to the ground
relax the debt again

warm to heart
this point of joining
gesture pressed to this