Ballad of Love

Ballad of Love

A despondent woman came to be,
I stole away her insecurity.
When her heart was passed by men,
I reached, she smiled, and I stole it then.

Her diamond face changed ways,
I bowed to meet her tear filled gaze.
When it ascended she confronted me,
And I told her, just let it be.

When a wintery night proved distant,
She now had me up close and innate.
When spring came with birds and bees,
Someone’s voice rose, love - finally.

- Jg

Relations

Hold me close like my eye’s desire
draping your naked unfolds. 

Give me kisses sweet as the nectar
running down the pleats of Yoni.

Listen while two hearts beat in sync
riding the melody of belting moans.

Smile with me deeply,
feeling the bodily communion in your soul.

Let your mind babble about me
reminding you how sleep would be.

Greet me in the morning with the sun
and conversations won't be alone.

- Jg

Aware

Kindling 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 Day

Pacing the floor waiting,
creeks in the hard wood,
a splintering paranoia 
of you cutting me loose 

Youth covered in frown lines,
happiness fading with sun,
this timber is shivering cold 
without your fire in this place

It aches,
as if bitten in a polar pummel 
and I can’t bare to fight it,
marred like a marriage in court

Reports that I’m not enough,
a bluff from a telling truth,
a gavel striking down on me
when I’m innocent of loving you

-Jg

Pillow Talk

Your word play is
every bit of lyrical,
my every poetic niche

That slight lisp,
it pacifies
like a lullaby

Sly;
nourishing me
without a breast present

A constant presence,
just enough 
until you are ready

~Jg

Pages

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

Every Moment Counts

Rain 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

Perfect Stranger

Beautiful

like the ocean waving

outside the window seat

of the flight you've put me on.

A whimsical being,

an unescorted feather

adrift without a wing

like an angelic illusion.

Sweet as the day

hard rains lead you to me

with a broken umbrella

drinched but staid.

Penned eyes

wrote our story

with each pointed glance

and the storm was detained.

-Jg

I Found You

Jungle music,

harping water falls,

whispering winds,

you're calling my name.

Just you calling me,

from under the cove

hiding for a man to seek you

into the drumming rain.

Wind chimes

stirring your scent my way

igniting porous flames

leaving me hot and cold.

Charcoal

like a Panther in the shadows,

you blend in well

but your feline eyes told.

-Jg

Ligature

A woman wants

a rock to her nation,

the perfect sense

when all else is cloudy.

With a man

she can scream loudly,

cleansing her mind

of toxic self doubt.

Instead of a roundabout

she is straightforward

like an avenue,

lending her body to avenues.

Migrative moves,

she walks like him,

the shadow of a husband,

married to his nature.

A ligature are the two,

rooted to stay grounded,

rose for a rose,

delicate literatures.

They conjure peac...