Your fingers
Your prints
imprint them on me
  
press Your prints
so hard into mine
that my prints
become unidentifiable
  
without Your prints on me
i have only my identity
me, nothing, nameless
number B47 in the waiting line
  
but with You
i can forge a new ID
Your prints will be
my prints, You will be my Prince
  
i look at my prints;
small circular lines
filled with memories and dirt
but Your's...
  
Your's are so clean
prints, patterns, codes,
spelling out words,
creating verses,
all saying how You are perfect
  
so imprint Your prints on me
because without You
these fingers
  
these prints
  
could never bring peace