Know

I don't know how to hold your hand,

How to kiss your knuckles,

How to cup your cheeks,

My fingers are too long,

My lips too chapped,

My hands don't fit your face,

Don't fit mine, I think.

They put me in a machine,

That they didn't wire correctly,

I'm still figuring it out.

You will have to bear with me.

I don't know if I will ever know

How to hold your hand

But it can't hurt to try.