In Tandem

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

Rough Rider

Pearlescent traveler

give me a go

and I'll be a rover

as you unpave my road.

Ride me

into an engine overload

every time I ponder

you traking me home.

Let your pipes scream,

humming into vibrations

disobeying yellow lights

slowing only to capture my moan.

Leave me tired,

marked

by your wild driving,

drifting atop my solid loam.

-Jg

Pride like the Lion

African giant,

kente kufi donned,

skin two times bronzed

silk like churned butter.

Pride like the lion,

hyena's hate,

scar's brother,

the perfection son.

Many a women flocked,

but he chose one

made her his queen

and bowed only to her.

Together

their spirits spurred intimacy

til he fertilized a seed

later naming the sprout Symba.

-Jg