Chicken Wire

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

Tipsy Observation

It’s 12am and the club is to capacity,

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

Foundation

Just Hold Me

The act behind the shower curtain,
a silhouette dancing in the rain
celebrating another cloudy day. 
No expectations, only a song sang
watching today’s dirt wash away
debating to sleep in his wake.
Contemplating a touch while she lay;
his hands coursing her horny disarray 
because she is tired but still wants to.
He obliges with her after thoughts
tickling her fanciest desires ache,
but then they both decline to wait.

- Jg

Envisage

All I ever need is an open heart,
a simultaneous love, both sides at once.

A selfless love that is eager to start
with no feelings spared, all or none.

Not half, but always whole in part
like the morph of a bride with her One.

Yet even more like a throned embark
suiting as a Queen to her kingdom’s sun.

- Jg

Harsh - Haiku

Lightning whips the sky

Clouds trembling, pouring with rain

Sorrow after craze

- Jg

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