can we handful things

how can wrists be so rough
and fingers clasped in a hand so sure of vulnerability
at the now of the event,

if ever something that weak
hit reality- to the point of returning to it's weeded real,
if ever it untouched back into that distance,
the wrinkles at the bend of the finger would stop
accumulating

i am here as my finger runs up to your knuckle
softly we warm playful trails that start from the tip of the nail
and lead to the veins and bone attempting to scratch out of skin