Touch me
not with your hands
but with an open mind
to truly let me in
Begin with a truth
keep it consistent
capture my attention
leaving me scared of— the end
-Jg
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Touch me
not with your hands
but with an open mind
to truly let me in
Begin with a truth
keep it consistent
capture my attention
leaving me scared of— the end
-Jg
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The Immortal Wize says: Awe...A perfect poem. |
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Charles2 says: Sublime |
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mlowe5 says: A great inspiring write. Will try to do so.! ONE. Peace and Love. |
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Ms.PoeticPassion says: Love it. |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY JustGreylon
ForecastMiss me like warming up cold feet The mood hotter than core’s heat, Senses heartening, beat after beat Maybe miss me like love on repeat, - Jg |
October’s GameHold me close in the coming of rain Amidst all the devilry keep me sane, My protector, solace, all the same, Treat me well until the sun’s claim - Jg |
EmbodiedLeg shaking Eye rolling Heat seeking Love bending - Jg |
Ballad of Love
A despondent woman came to be, Her diamond face changed ways, When a wintery night proved distant, - Jg |
RelationsHold me close like my eye’s desire Give me kisses sweet as the nectar Listen while two hearts beat in sync Smile with me deeply, Let your mind babble about me Greet me in the morning with the sun - Jg |
AwareKindling the mood, gentle like embers, a warming embrace cuddled in a hollow
Raspy songs sang as the night burned, breaths panting dancing in its glow
Shadows unclothed, unseen but felt deeply, and heard loudly, lingering with what they chose
-Jg |
Judgement DayPacing the floor waiting, Youth covered in frown lines, It aches, Reports that I’m not enough, -Jg |
Pillow TalkYour word play is That slight lisp, Sly; A constant presence, ~Jg |
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Touch me not with your hands but with an open mind to truly let me in
Begin with a truth keep it consistent capture my attention leaving me scared of— the end -Jg
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Every Moment CountsRain drops strumming on the roof top, her mood, bare naked in tube socks.
Cold feet, but not petrified of the storm outside confining us in the box.
She appreciates us this way, enclosed with our feelings reeling upon secret proofs listening to the waves.
No sex being obtained, not but this moment to reflect on what conversation does to keep the storms in us at bay.
-Jg |