Confide in Me

Happy Medium

Let's burn a candle,

one for each time we've kissed.

Let's look into each flicker 

and watch while our love wicks.

Don't wince, as every moment 

won't be easy to gaze upon.

Like nights turn to days 

each light will be a different one.

Different reasons to keep

guidance towards what sets us apart.

Different reasons to come to the 

same standards in terms of the heart.

—JG

Confide in Me

Salty memories 

heightened emotions 

tearing her eye line 

before contact with arid lips.

Her snivels were blips 

like lost words 

longing for a pen 

and I called her Diary.

She scribed with me, 

everything that wasn't 

dear to her heart and we 

filled the first page.

Hollow was my hurt 

in my chest, weightless 

as she was no burden 

while she penned her grief.

—JG

Canvas

The time was lost in our

love's insomnia, stuck in

eye's glass while we

gazed upon bodies of art.

—JG

The Sum of it All

If I was your lover kidnapped

and taken for ransom would

you grant the perp's payday?

Do the weight of your pockets

out weigh the sum of your love for me?

Would you be willing to lose it

all, either way?

There's only one correct answer.

To go broke, easy.

If not, it would be the worse

way to leave me-screaming.

Knowing we didn't really

amount to anything.

—JG

We Are Literary

We could have been a great story,

but you pushed us to the back shelf.

Shushed us like a school librarian

keeping our voiced words un-felt.

Tucked off to a nook by the foyer,

"Pfft", can't you see the dust here?"

Is it not clear to you too that we

may get sick of us, "huh dear?"

"No", "No", "No tears"

"You'll only make the matter worse."

Just hold your chin up, "there, there",

now speak out, tell me where it hurts.

—JG

Selfless Soul

Don't worry my love,

put your burdens on me;

let my eyes be weary as

I am makeup free.

Accept the third degree

whilst you burn all

the bridges to everything

that keeps you unhappy.

Meanwhile I'll wear

that hurt too, for it isn't

worth your fashion sense

being un-pretty.

And don't have pity

on me, as I have seen you

hurt worse; just heal and

don't mind my suffering.

—JG

Naked Alignment

Conform with me naked

and unafraid

that I won’t admire your eyes first.

Unafraid

that I won’t touch you at all

where it still hurts.

Conform with me naked

and unafraid

that you won’t get all of me.

Unafraid

that you are just an unknown

and not a good home to be.

—JG

Avid Reader

A phenomenon the way you

Things That Make Sense to Me

I wouldn’t kiss you if you told me to,

while I’d prefer to look into your eyes

first.

I would rather be without you

sometimes to feel it in my heart how it

hurts.

I’ll die trying to love you perfectly,

cause denying it’s impossible is

concurred.

I couldn’t possibly move mountains

for you, but I can move words to make

sure you are heard.

I could hug you, yet I won’t because

holding you is a more secure event.

I’d pour my all into you, as what’s mine

is yours even if I’m left spent.

—JG

Lines in the Sand

Hold me close and easy,

for if you need me—need me.

Unclothe me nice and slow,

getting to know my every simile.

Feel the way my heart beats

when I breathe out, like the sea.

Skin silk like sand on its beach,

hiding treasures within your reach.

Read the way my eyes seek,

right where yours and mine meet.

Don’t go on being discreet,

you see what I see, and it’s enticing.

All there in writing...,

as I breathe in.

—JG