Ride the Wave

My Cosmic Mural

To whom hears me approaching 

beforehand of the night’s prelude

As I near your window slide open 

the drapes, but don’t obscure view

My easel awaits with a barren canvas,

and you mon cher are my muse

I only ask you a few strands of your

ebony tresses to mend my brush anew

So to pull both my worlds, and orbits

into you, as to say “Queen give me you”

And so to give you-you from another

aspect, by my Neptunian artistic rule

To let me witness every single respect

til I have stroked all of your plurals

Thereby going outside of the lines

turning you into my cosmic mural

—JG  ©2026

Quick Note: In addition to writing

poetry I am a forever student of

fine arts.

Pulled into your Rapids

My chest is racing, open your celestial

eyes after having closed them briefly.

Can you feel the rapids? 

You do that to me when your watering

whispers start closing in, trashing

about unforeseen realities so intimately.

For I can truly feel the absentees of 

my heart slowly filing in place after

each beguiling entrance into my soul.

You are starting to reflect on me in the

flesh as already the mind, and so It’s 

noted “as above, so below”.

—JG

Late Night Orbit

My hands are tracing your 

constellations from behind your 

ears all the way down to your 

French toes.

Need I say stuck in a limbo?,

your pelvis rising an inch higher 

the lower I proceed to go.

I’m loving every bit of the

monotone, but the lows, Mm,

they grab my attention in a way 

I just can’t reach.

The high notes are what get to 

me, luring me into your chi like a 

siren.

Submit to me while I clasp your

wrists, but insist that I take things 

slow, as to weave every bit of me

into your celestial soul.

I’ll be the man from Mars, your 

dreamy extraterrestrial.

Let’s go to Luna and bask in the

light, then trigger an eclipse.

Let me take you to a place out of

our orbits where only we two exist.

...

They Just Are(An Ancient History)

She smells of grapes from the

vineyard, sweet and earthy 

toned like her melanin pigment.

O’ I wish a slight hint of her

warm floral letting its villus

hairs tickle my senses.

If I close my eyes, that I could

come to appreciate perhaps

witnessing consent to go on.

If I keep them closed for long

enough maybe it would come

to fruition that I wasn’t wrong.

While she’d press lips to my

forehead before guiding me

down gently to savor the glory.

Palming the crown before her,

nails striping my scalp like she

was a Tigress ready to feast.

Mm…

She’s ...

Let It Be Patient

A proleptic patience,

knowing she will soon

show while tracing my 

mind with what I’d say next.

Maybe this time I’ll

say let's, let her hormones

quiver leaving her body 

and soul perplexed.

Ah,

Maybe this time I’ll say

not yet, leaving her hushed,

self exclaiming how a mind

f**k just isn’t enough.

Mm, I’d leave her feening

for the rush, as my words 

themselves just won’t 

add up to a deep thrust.

But, 

Mm, she will still moan

in a silence that 

travels like a wh...

Hebrew King(Who Shadows Me?)

I’m seeing how deep me 

goes, digging to find if there 

is a burrow beneath my whole.

To see if there may have been

an old me, maybe a Hebrew 

King in a past life pure as gold?

But to whom did he cast a

shadow with, the soft side

that finds it hard to let him go?

Although, according to a certain

whisper I’ve already come to 

know how hard that wind blows.

I’ve already seen those denotes,

quote for quote, on a steep slope 

barreling straight towards me.

So to whom did he cast a shadow

with? None other than what Queen

this finds its way to with clarity.

—JG...

Layers Beneath A Shadow

My soft caresses flip

through layers she never

knew she had available,

tucked in the shadows of

her beautiful delicacy.

It’s nice to meet those

acquaintances as I peel

over one after another,

each one a little more

melanin, its own legacy.

The mood is an art show,

a testament to how much

she lends the mind; her

worth is self explanatory,

a literal truth.

She’s a liberal proof of

different views to how I’ve 

come to see her, and all the 

while she’s giving cues for 

me to keep looking through.

—JG  ©2026

Cloud 9

She’s mine, so she won’t have to

find him; she’s a sublime gift,

better than perfect if perfect was,

and I’m higher than God’s Hymn.

—JG

Let’s Just Go

Let's drop everything

we had in mind today,  

and go some place random

to kiss in front of strangers.

Let’s go to the most crowded

room we can find and walk

through holding hands, never 

faltering, never losing touch.

Let’s go where they don’t 

see us, and shout out our 

proclaimed love for one 

another until they greet us.

Let’s go where we don’t

want to be, then leave, but

go back because we believe

in second chances.

—JG ©2026

Poet and Poetess

Poetess!, Poetess!, Wherefore art thou

Poetess!? My mind is barren of your

non-virgin words, spoken so softly like 

a whisper past my crowned treasure.

I need for your scribes to seduce

my yearning for a mental climax,

til I have learned them through and

through, til they sound like pleasure.

Unrobe my thoughts galore before

you and overtake my throne, wondering

around it before taking a seat at my

flesh, and without measure you’ll feel.

You’ll feel at home with me, robed to

be a Queen taking my lead to make

poetry, so powerful and sound the gods 

will lick their lips and kneel.

—JG