I may not contain
the realms of your reflection
neither would you give me
the honor to be owned
and yet in your mind
I want to belong
and in its brilliance
get drowned
many a thousand times.

with your strong hands
you already fathomed
the bottom of my heart
and mapped my soul
with your piercing
and penetrating eyes
and
I am well aware, the world
is your playground.

you are nobody's fool
succinct and straight to the points
your exuberance
intoxicating at times
extends here and beyond
like a raging bull
stomping the ground
I stand on.

I know and I understand
when it comes to substance
my heart and my mind
dry like the arid sand
but you made me feel crowned
just by wanting to know
that I made it home
safe and sound.