Two Fingers, Two Prints

two fingers
two 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 two fingers

two prints
 
could never bring peace