the bleeding scars
they’re baked
in smiles and candy bars

You can’t touch
this heart
it’s sold
it’s airbrushed
in solid gold

You can’t touch
this burning yen
not you alone
or a thousand men

You can’t touch
the able wings
they’re not encumbered
by man-made strings

You can’t touch
the broken pieces
a mosaic made from azure
and crimson stone
not a man can duly clone

You can’t touch
the lines of ink
they’ve warmed the nights
like a stole of mink