To a Soldier

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.