Jamanji

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

Low Batteries

Pecan complexion,

lying there without a shell,

stripped of her decency,

naked

No sleep,

just old reruns

and dominoes,

but who to pick a bone with?

She honed her wits,

stayed curious,

thought about him

but changed her mind

He is blind to see love,

will be gone before morning,

a fare warning

she is not wanted afterwards

-Jg