Righting his Wrong

Just Hold Me

The act behind the shower curtain,
a silhouette dancing in the rain
celebrating another cloudy day. 
No expectations, only a song sang
watching today’s dirt wash away
debating to sleep in his wake.
Contemplating a touch while she lay;
his hands coursing her horny disarray 
because she is tired but still wants to.
He obliges with her after thoughts
tickling her fanciest desires ache,
but then they both decline to wait.

- Jg

Envisage

All I ever need is an open heart,
a simultaneous love, both sides at once.

A selfless love that is eager to start
with no feelings spared, all or none.

Not half, but always whole in part
like the morph of a bride with her One.

Yet even more like a throned embark
suiting as a Queen to her kingdom’s sun.

- Jg

Harsh - Haiku

Lightning whips the sky

Clouds trembling, pouring with rain

Sorrow after craze

- Jg

In Tandem

“You’ve always loved me
in every fashion that others 
have declined to put on for me.” - Queen

“You are worth every mend
of fabric from your neckline to your
boundless extremities.” - King

“I feel as if you are fixed to me
in lengths like golden inseams
tailored to pair with my dignity.” - Queen

“We fit each other nicely, yes,
trending together in decency,
forever and undeniably.” - King

“A Queen to a King” [both]

- Jg

Don’t Cry - Know Your Worth

Polluted mascara 
pouring down high cheeks bones,
belonging to a fragile soul
broken at the sight of being alone.

Don’t cry

Lost words
hushed over tea and honey,
once spoken vibrantly
from a woman so comely.

Don’t cry

Spirits lowly
sulking in hormone bias,
far away from the truth
that you are just.

Don’t cry

- Jg

Crave

Dark brown chocolate concoction,

with bitter, sweet, and sour options.

Wrapped like a queen greedy for nothing,

but has a palate for love.

- Jg

Majestic

Shield me from harm’s ways,

always damaging my sail,

saturating my spirit in waves

leaving me to shore-up a shell

Make me lively like the sky,

kissable against the moon’s maim,

a colorful pallet that meets the eye

on a canvas painted in soft rains

-Jg

Wolves

Ignorance points a gun,

an adolescent dies young,

taken away like a dandelion's petals

and a mother is tired of getting wind

One after the other

no longer in life with her,

drifting to a better light,

but no longer a prey for them

Bullies

Ignorance points a gun,
an adolescent dies young,

spirit lifted like dandelion petals

and a mother is tired of getting wind

Mine

Deep in
like a heart submerged in trust