Hands are scarred
Of touching things they shouldn't
Creeping along surfaces that aren't smooth
Chipped finger nails scratch at stone structures
until they are just nail beds
Palms are rock solid
Like the great wall they're trying to intercept
Like elephant skin
Or just plain rocks
They never dig too deep
The surfaces are too thick
Built to keep out curious fingertips
Constructed to be where no one goes
I'll search them
to reach the chewy center
And won't stop until I'm blowing bubbles