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To draw conclusions from the precise force

Exerted by a handshake or a kiss

Is to confuse a delta’s civilities

With the ambiguous thunder of its source,

And what the fingers or the lips endorse

Could be misleading. It comes down to this:

Emotions are such things as you might miss.

The river is the mystery of its course.

And so it may not seem to matter much

If you react with unexpected fright

To what was thought to be a welcome pressure,

Or quite inconsequentially delight

In disappointment, taking a guilty pleasure

In the dismaying lightness of a touch.