Woman…
Glory be unto your sleepy whispers before your eyelids kiss to sleep; ‘G’nyt Love’

Praise be the weakness in you each night you sink your head into the gap between the pillow and my chest...

Hallowed be the sound of your breathing in silent nights when you lie by me.

Blessed be the dreams you swim, in nights that fight all odds to keep ‘you’ and ‘I’ as ‘us’

Woman…

Forever honor be unto your big eyes in mornings when you wake to say; ‘I bit your lip in my dreams’.

Let all worship be to all the above, and the Holy you, Woman!

One day I shall build courage and sneak into Mount Olympus.
Quietly I shall lay hold of all vowels and consonants and syllables spoken by Zeus, Hera, Aphrodite, Athena, Eros, Demeter, and all Gods.
Quickly I shall script them beneath my tongue and come back to you.
And then, is when I will roll and flip my tongue right in front of you.
In a new language I will define what  power you bind me with each time you kiss me.

Are you a painter of lost shadows?
A drawer of fearful silhouettes of troubled memories.
Do you have a paint brush that loves being diped in deep black ink?
Coz I got pitch-black issues...
And one of it is how bad I want you to dip into my soul...
You will find all the dark ink and paint you need...
Slowly, paint my choked brokenness on paper.

I see the moonlight in your face reigning...
And Werewolves in me are howling.
My cursed virtues shape-shift to demons.
Hellen...
If daddy hadn't hit mum's face.
Should he have played the guitar for her like in movies.
Maybe I could have found a meaning in you.  
For now, wearing his shoes hurts both of us.  
Flee from me, Hellen.

Tonight the world mutes silent screams.
I make love to stereo chords for solace to find.
My tears mirror goodbyes of dusk.
Tonight? Love has become a knight of pain.
And all promises and kisses on my lips slain.
Tonight I write and sing and sway to this ode...
Coz  tonight is a lonesome night...

Angel, let me touch the darkness...                   
And melt it away with the glow of your kiss.
Make me tell the taste of silence from the moan codes between our sweaty radiating skins.
Kamasultra...
Watch me surrender.
Task me to lay description of your climaxed inclinations and intentions.
Let your hip-bends damage my innocence and fuse deep in my memory.