Sweeter than Sadie

Heaven’s Bramble

Entities in black hoodies

audition to be the Reaper,

claiming a beauty not 

theirs to deface.

Puppets of the devil, pulling

secrets deeper—

Yet death cannot wither the 

roses at heaven’s gates.

—JG  ©2026

Where You Form

In my mind, the 

conjectured dream of 

us becomes a solved 

equation— broken 

down before us.

Amidst everything 

trying to question me, I 

answer to no 

possibility but you— 

the solved unknown.

My gravity centers 

where you form, a truth

I proudly claim.

—JG   ©2026

A Love Without Form

She speaks to me in a whisper,

touching me deeply,  jolting my 

mind in a way that made me 

change it. Now I’ve come to 

believe in a love with a 

nonexistent full-body presence—

one that is heaven-sent.

Ever since that celestial kiss 

of words melted into my universe

I’ve been fixed to one emotion.

A profound joy sitting on my frontal 

lobe, stirring a devotion. For when 

she visits me I can paint her face 

so vividly, and every brushstroke 

feels like a quiet confession. She

doesn’t need a physical form to

occupy my entire reality; her 

essence is truer than anything

my hands can touch.

The Inkings of Me

I find it sexy being a poet

Soft Vibes(Jungle Book)

To the one vibing with me, 

I’d be your page, 

and then another, and so on until 

I’m authored by your softest touch.

To complete your book will need more

than just a night, so stay close, be here,

at…,at...,no buts, let’s keep the pace

my love.

Scribe me like your wildest thought,

name my title ‘The Jungle’, opening

up your magenta flora before my

bamboo with a claim to need me.

Shall I not say pretty-please??

Give me you like a love that never

leaves and make it rain around my

thunder under this shadowy canopy.

Breathe…soft and slow,

come closer, whi...

Love’s Cycle

Screams with no voice,

I'm a silent cry for help.

Alone in a room crowded,

yet there's no one else.

No one left to turn to,

on the right are blind views.

Trying to be mindful,

but no thought insightful.

My heart is a rotten fruit,

worm food, beyond bruised.

The hurt just cycles til my

legs ache from the miscues.

What ever am I doing wrong

not to have found a last love?

Why hasn't anyone kept me

first, like I was never enough?

—JG

Pretty-Please

Pretty please, may I hold you tight?

That was me giving a compliment

and being polite in one breath.

Should I say it with my chest?

PRETTY PLEASE!

I'd give anything to have your lungs

breathe down my neck forever.

Let's face it, forget the endeavor,

you wouldn't want this to end—ever.

PRETTY PLEASE!

May I hold you like the night?

Be who you dream about when

I'm right there chasing your

nightmares?

Awake beside you to be your truth

when most of your life is not fair.

PRETTY PLEASE!

—JG

Chicken Wire

Birds of a feather?

Miss me with the shhh.

We haven’t flocked since

we were peeps long before this.

Get up off your high roost,

stop the a-doodle-doo.

Un-ruffle your feathers,

get gone—fly the coop.

—JG

Slow Dance with Me

Come close to me,

chin over my shoulder,

and listen as I water you,

over and then over.

Feel the vibrations

til your core becomes week,

voice is slow to speak,

sore from exclaiming “ooh wee!”

Move with me in sync,

while my hands wrap your needs,

yours draped above my sleeves

and we’re holding on not to lean.

We are holding on not to breach,

not for you to spring a leak,

nor to impose on lengthy means. 

"Control it"

- G

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