fragile, fractures, fixings

hands are delicate these days
rough at the surface, rigid edges
i'd never known it to be like this
i never know you to feel so good
be so real
tender moments precious are these
to consciously see the beauty is everything
no longer beat
over head backwards
what are these things i can't possibly seem
lovable, lovingly, enough
but they turn to remind me, in turn
sheds my doubt
but what are these to succumb to
if not you, if not me.