dressed with care

care is not
the one sprig of green
placed atop
a bowl of fresh salad;
it's not that delicate
swirl of chocolate
between layers;
it's not
the snow-dusted edge
of a glass,
inviting lips
to meet their sweetness;
it's the dressing
mixed in
and tossed with elan;
it's the tenderness
of melting edges
always meeting,
a gentle disappearance,
and the rim of a love
that's always growing.