Be my tattoo artist

True. Now I got it.
I was asking all this while.
Or maybe not!
For even I didn't know
What I wanted.

All right Cosmos
Be my Tattoo-artist.
Design the life
That I require.
No I won't ask for it.
But I can express my desire
Full power.
For you are a friend
And I can just come ask
You
How are you?
Like I do to the moon
And stars.
I wear proudly
All my travel scars.
So I can tell you
Cosmos
What I require
But not insist.
For even I
Don't like it.
But am also stubborn
At times.
When I have something specific
In mind.
And you do provide me
With it.
You make it all
Perfectly fit.
And I get
Exactly what I urge
So beautifully true
Right on edge.
Guess this how
I want it to be then
So mystical
A Wanderer.
Every moment
A new surprise.
Every energy
A further high.
To happy moments
Many moons n sun
On this eclipse
I became you
Cosmos
Or you showed yourself
As a mirror image
Of mine.
So on me
My own principles
Get applied.
Which though are negligible
But are v. Crucial
To me n mah existence.
Here I cross another fence.
Another obstruction gets
Nullified.
In the movement of energy
From low to high.
Spiral like
I feel the friction.
Here I take another spun.