Hands like bodies,
rough and calloused,
smooth and soft,
with cuts and scars littered like stars,
short and stubby or long and thin,
different skins and many strings.
Despite their difference,
they share the same sins,
capable of giving gifts,
but also skilled in petty theft.
Warm and kind caresses,
bruised and ****** stresses,
a gentle yet expressive message,
fingers trail like searing fire upon wry shaking lips.
Everything has duality. Even small things.