Confide in Me

Late Night Orbit

My hands are tracing your 

constellations from behind your 

ears all the way down to your 

French toes.

Need I say stuck in a limbo?,

your pelvis rising an inch higher 

the lower I proceed to go.

I’m loving every bit of the

monotone, but the lows, Mm,

they grab my attention in a way 

I just can’t reach.

The high notes are what get to 

me, luring me into your chi like a 

siren.

Submit to me while I clasp your

wrists, but insist that I take things 

slow, as to weave every bit of me

into your celestial soul.

I’ll be the man from Mars, your 

dreamy extraterrestrial.

Let’s go to Luna and bask in the

light, then trigger an eclipse.

Let me take you to a place out of

our orbits where only we two exist.

...

They Just Are(An Ancient History)

She smells of grapes from the

vineyard, sweet and earthy 

toned like her melanin pigment.

O’ I wish a slight hint of her

warm floral letting its villus

hairs tickle my senses.

If I close my eyes, that I could

come to appreciate perhaps

witnessing consent to go on.

If I keep them closed for long

enough maybe it would come

to fruition that I wasn’t wrong.

While she’d press lips to my

forehead before guiding me

down gently to savor the glory.

Palming the crown before her,

nails striping my scalp like she

was a Tigress ready to feast.

Mm…

She’s ...

Let It Be Patient

A proleptic patience,

knowing she will soon

show while tracing my 

mind with what I’d say next.

Maybe this time I’ll

say let's, let her hormones

quiver leaving her body 

and soul perplexed.

Ah,

Maybe this time I’ll say

not yet, leaving her hushed,

self exclaiming how a mind

f**k just isn’t enough.

Mm, I’d leave her feening

for the rush, as my words 

themselves just won’t 

add up to a deep thrust.

But, 

Mm, she will still moan

in a silence that 

travels like a wh...

Hebrew King(Who Shadows Me?)

I’m seeing how deep me 

goes, digging to find if there 

is a burrow beneath my whole.

To see if there may have been

an old me, maybe a Hebrew 

King in a past life pure as gold?

But to whom did he cast a

shadow with, the soft side

that finds it hard to let him go?

Although, according to a certain

whisper I’ve already come to 

know how hard that wind blows.

I’ve already seen those denotes,

quote for quote, on a steep slope 

barreling straight towards me.

So to whom did he cast a shadow

with? None other than what Queen

this finds its way to with clarity.

—JG...

Layers Beneath A Shadow

My soft caresses flip

through layers she never

knew she had available,

tucked in the shadows of

her beautiful delicacy.

It’s nice to meet those

acquaintances as I peel

over one after another,

each one a little more

melanin, its own legacy.

The mood is an art show,

a testament to how much

she lends the mind; her

worth is self explanatory,

a literal truth.

She’s a liberal proof of

different views to how I’ve 

come to see her, and all the 

while she’s giving cues for 

me to keep looking through.

—JG  ©2026

Cloud 9

She’s mine, so she won’t have to

find him; she’s a sublime gift,

better than perfect if perfect was,

and I’m higher than God’s Hymn.

—JG

Let’s Just Go

Let's drop everything

we had in mind today,  

and go some place random

to kiss in front of strangers.

Let’s go to the most crowded

room we can find and walk

through holding hands, never 

faltering, never losing touch.

Let’s go where they don’t 

see us, and shout out our 

proclaimed love for one 

another until they greet us.

Let’s go where we don’t

want to be, then leave, but

go back because we believe

in second chances.

—JG ©2026

Poet and Poetess

Poetess!, Poetess!, Wherefore art thou

Poetess!? My mind is barren of your

non-virgin words, spoken so softly like 

a whisper past my crowned treasure.

I need for your scribes to seduce

my yearning for a mental climax,

til I have learned them through and

through, til they sound like pleasure.

Unrobe my thoughts galore before

you and overtake my throne, wondering

around it before taking a seat at my

flesh, and without measure you’ll feel.

You’ll feel at home with me, robed to

be a Queen taking my lead to make

poetry, so powerful and sound the gods 

will lick their lips and kneel.

—JG

Therapy Session

Lay there and don’t lift a

finger. This moment is for

you and you only as I too

need not be the receiver.

I am about to give this

everything I’ve got like a

Supermoon, where every

aspect of me aligns to you.

Close your eyes and feel

the room as it will get light

soon. You’ll be floating, but

don’t move, don’t peak either.

Let your body go limp like

you’re dead to the world but 

so alive on the inside, you’re 

wildest wishes coming true.
 

—JG

I Need More Than to Daydream

I’m impatient 

being awake in the

day, dreaming us.

For the night can’t 

fall quick enough, me 

running to your touch.

It covers me with 

a peace of mind that

reassures my need,

of feeling the physical

reality, holding what

means the world to me.

—JG