The best hand Ive held

I have held many hands.
Some were soft, limp
and pale with bland
salutes and markings from a
fork.
Some were thin, frail
from the weariness of trials
and tears pooling in the cusps
of what used to be palms.
Some were rough, cut
from the dirty work of love
handling from one girl to the next
Yours were...
tender, trembling because mine
were too.