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Rough Hands

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long slender fingers
covered in soft
though worked-in skin
fold themselves around my own
smaller hand

our knuckles mesh
yours much larger
but the perfect compliment
to my own

i can feel
the scratches
the small cuts
and the calluses
inflicted by days of rough work
under the hot sun

and yet still
your hands remain soft
as they touch my skin
and they still caress it
as though they'd never seen
a day of work