The Grey...

 Black or white

You hold both sides

You walk in my dreams

You are a shiny day

You are grey for my night

You are a whispering surge 

Lancing the ruins of mine 

To shatter the dogmatic pillars

Which I believed to be 

The absolute foundation

Of my 'alleged' existence.

No..No. No.

Certainly

My existence 

My pursuits

My gallivanting thoughts 

My angst 

My melancholy 

My cheers 

My audacity 

My fear

Is nowhere

But lies on the altar

Of your lap

To vanish away

By the gush of your

Odour which emerges

From the flesh

Of your silky loins

The moisture

Is enthralling 

Slippery enough

To jeopardize 

The entirety of mine

And this tuft of silk

Below the navel

Is urging me 

To touch the carmine 

Gravel...

Oh!! My 'Holy Cross'

I wish to be slayed 

By your breathe's blade 

If destiny is 

To be merge in 

Your womb.

Then embrace and

Curb me in your

Feminine Valley

And make it

My tomb...