I have been marked. It is a code.
Your palm print on my frontal lobe
Your breath explores my lips, and there
I stand, surprisingly aware.

I'll take you in my hot insides
A part of you will there reside 
To flourish, turning upside down
My to this hour rebellious crown.

Brave man, your deeds won't die in vain 
Long after dark you will remain
By gently planting ceaseless love...
And cheating death on gods' behalf.