Happy Medium

Anchored to You

Know that you are beautiful,

still—

like waters he refused to jump in

while fearing their actual depths.

True love is a sacrifice,

one he doesn’t deserve if he can’t

fathom giving you his last breath.

For you belong to someone who isn’t

afraid to drown himself,

to experience the wait of your truth.

Instead, he only gets his feet wet,

leaving himself weightless of being

anchored to you.

—JG  ©2026

Interstellar Rose

Her fading scent vanished,

like an interstellar sea of dying 

rose where she held me in the 

warmth of her repose.

Remembrance condenses on my 

skin like stardust settling on a dark 

canvas—

cosmic art immersing me in her

absence.

Gravity pulls me deep into orbit 

through a vacant space,

where the distant echo of her 

whisper creeps.

It says, “Look for me”, 

and before my eyes there lay

a quiet petal within my reach.

—JG  ©2026

A Hebrew Queen(Speaking from the Ether)

She speaks to me in a way 

current times don’t show.

The further I think back, 

not a previous exchange 

with another comes close.

Her words are so adrift,

but still covering.

They are starting to fill all

of my celestial vacancies,

—eclipsing me.

—JG  ©2026

Devine Imperfection

Beloved, 

may I remove all of your clothing,

slowly but surely revealing all of

what’s underneath.

For I wish to lay eyes on your Godly

creation, in full—

Paying utmost attention to your flaws 

as they are most sacred to me.

—JG  ©2026

Borrowed Breath

I’m embracing the unwritten 

lines in between your quiet;

My hands, gentle enough to

inhabit you without breaking

the stillness.

Don’t express to me how it 

feels,

but do close your eyes, and take

it all in as our time reveals.

Relax in my arms, as the 

emergence of ink begins to show.

Word for word, stanzas in tow,

a tranquil poem—now flows.

Our margins are deep,

holding secrets our minds can’t 

fathom to keep.

No whispers are needed 

to measure the depth—

just the steady slow rhythm of

borrowed breath.

—JG &...

Collapse All Distance

A corresponding voice that 

resonates with its own tone;

It’s telling me to come home, 

her body waiting in reach.

Collapse all of your distance 

on to me.

It whispers past my mind 

until the chant is embedded

deep within my aloft,

For it grounds my descent from

cosmos— 

pulled down to experience her

gravity’s must.

—JG  ©2026

Until the Night Exhales

Let me kiss you the right way,

all over, soft and slow.

Losing my breath in between 

savoring each quote.

Brow, neck, shoulder, “lower”—

your petite breasts,

“lower”—

Feel the way the rest of

you trembles as the mood begins 

to grow.

Take hold of my crown and

guild me as you please, take

control letting your hands 

rewrite my rhythm—go.

Until the night itself exhales.

—JG   ©2026

Open Minded

They became deep in their poetic

space, as they defied sound permitting

moans through the vast obscure.

For they were lost in each other’s

mystique, yet still open minded 

to where their spirits were.

And even while sated, they still 

yearned at the remaining closed 

doors of each other’s corridor.

There is where they’d find comfort

in the shadows left waiting to be

explored.

—JG  ©2026

Beyond Her Threshold

The physical fades to a quiet

background when the map of your

thoughts begins to unwind.

Though your beauty lies bare in this

softening light, it is always the

structure and grace of your mind.

The curve of a shoulder, the warmth of

a touch, are only the threshold, the

edge of the door.

But, the words that you speak and the

truths you hold still are the landscapes

I am drawn to explore.

For skin may invite an immediate gaze,

a sudden surrender to what I can see,

But the robe of your intellect, layered

and deep is the riddle that sets my

attention free.

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Infinity

Cosmic,

a celestial charm

pouring knowledge

at my temple of her

very existence 

A water bearer in the

night sky surrounded

by an air that breathes

songs of her descent

She’s had my attention,

reciting her poetics through 

the corridors of my orbit

leaving gifts of her rose

scent

If her essence isn’t 

intended for me then it

has still captured me 

somewhere throughout 

infinity 

And beyond that, she has

love for all constellations,

yet the smile I carry 

subsequent to her words 

makes me fee...