It needs fixing but it is ours.

[tranquillitas]

My hands are still worn.
As much as I try
to make them fresh for you.
Nothing helps.
Nothing can make them soft and gentle
as I want them to be.
It seems sometimes they are not
what you need.
These hands.
Too rough. Too tired.
Too clumsy.

How would you use a wrench
To stitch up a wound?

But I am more
Than hands. Sometimes
that is easy
to forget.
So tonight let me try something new.
Let me use my wrists
and my arms.
Let me wrap you up in their
embrace so tightly,
so warmly,
so tightly.
So tightly you pass
into my body.
Sinking into me like water,
soaking through my skin.
Let me ball you up,
Shrink you down,
Find a place for you among my organs.
My stomach, my kidneys,
My lungs.
Let me give you a home.
Close to my skin so that you
Will be warmed by the light.
Close to my heart so that you
Will be nourished by my blood.

Please.
Rest on all my softest parts and
Let my being heal you.