untouched

you can cut away these limbs,
stab this skin countless times,
you can splay this form
with blood and spit,
and seal every pore you find,
you can trip what you see,
with that hungry gleam in your eyes,
you can steal what you think you own,
and gobble every crumb left behind,
and some day you'll know,
how there were ancient seeds
resting in the dark grooves
of a faithful patience,
you could not find or touch,
and how the stars explode
even as they collapse,
inspiring life
into every sprout,
hidden,
grown,
untouched.