Sacred

Sacred

She can be as absent as the sun at 1am,

loves her space like the stars then,

like the south vying for a north wind.

Holding on to her words,

like they say, “Cat’s got your tongue?”

yet it’s evident she’s up 2 to none.

Not giving into temptation,

but still adjacent to what she wants,

and when it’s there she’ll know it.

She waits to feel it in her lotus,

that he is worth her giving notice,

that he is worth her breath spent.

He must represent everything she’s not,

the tea in the pot when life is brewing,

and only then will she open up. 

And when she does….<...

Count The Insides

Mock my words like a starling,
but do so only with your eyes.

Peer into my soul at the nesting,
a home only you can provide.

The home only you can comprise
with a three worded junction.

“I love you”, guilty until otherwise
received without a peer of reduction.

A love that is not reluctant to show
no matter how the joists incise.

Still holding each other together,
flawed, keeping count of what’s inside.

-Jg

The End

She’s gone forever,
no more a physical sense
binded in my arms
to be opened like a book
full of love stories to tell.

- Jg

Transparency

Comfort me today
Tell me you love me
And I’ll hear it the same tomorrow

Don’t lead me astray
Toes and heels straight
And I’ll carry your heaviest sorrow

Ask me, if you may
“Am I a queen in your eyes?”
And I’ll answer, “first and foremost.”

Come with me and pray
Let your fears scream out loud
And I’ll fight your white ghosts

Don’t confuse my ways
Be considerate and aware
And I’ll praise your innermosts

Ask me, if you may
“Am I a queen in your eyes?”
And I’ll answer, “first and foremost.”

…You are all things

- Jg

Love Prone

Thick woman,

plush against my skin

like my softest dreams,

she warms me right.

The food for my appetite,

I am full of her,

and she is full of me,

no bull.

She feeds me pride

with looks of a lioness's eye,

fearless for her king,

ride and die.

Shot through the chest

when she drove by,

now I am standing beside her

with a dart in my heart.

Settle Down Love

Bedroom convos uttered in my ears,

like Trey's songs playing in slow motion,

echoing no split in musical openness,

making the air around me moist.

Bearing the body wrapped in its petals,

I watered the rose that confined me,

sprouting and spreading new leaves,

arousing only to settle down.

-Jg