all the men in the world could kneel at my own two
and I could kick sand in all their faces, bar yours
just to prove how you move me
How it is you who triggers all this will
and accidentally builds all these cosmic
that burst from the surface of my planet
I am your globe to design and landscape
You can choose to desert this sphere
you have the power to shape any world
and kiss any mouth you so desire
Did I mention that:
yours are the words which perforate me?
yours are the hands I could hold forever and a day?
yours are the eyes burning with that of a thousand forest fires?
yours are the memories I wish to recall?
Did I mention that;
yours is the heart
in which mine is buried?