As Senseless

I hold these fingers like I hold glass
These fingers mine alone as
As I would hold not another’s
Taste of winter and of an icy icy summer chill
To wind through the notches and melt to a bloody
To god, a bloodied sinew
Ever split, heaven and love
How I begged you avert
And leave me mine to behold
Oh, mine to behold but
The eyes and the nerves, they know
To never will
Will I ever
Feel these fingers I hold like glass