Cerebral Geometry Her pose was a seductive
illustration,
but I would stall upon
answering the geometric
coordinates of her legs
to map the x, y, and z
of her mind first.
—JG ©2026 |
Autumn Shelf I balance on an unwavering limb.
If I fall for you before autumn
ends,
you will find that my pages are
anomalous.
I might drift along with
my pigments changing with age,
but I will ground gently,
exactly the read you thought I was.
—JG ©2026 |
The Only Remedy Days never found their proper descent,
leaving nights to ignore me.
A relentless hum behind my temple—
my eyes couldn’t settle long enough
to begin to dream.
I wished to be led out of my sleepless
hollow,
chartered on a path back to tranquility,
and then there was you.
My Melatonin—
—JG ©2026 |
Standalone Realities I wait for your words to move
before my mystical brown eyes,
voiced straight at me.
I only hope that’s how my intent
reads,
leaning into me like italics,
shortening our distant reach.
A sweet substitute for
a standalone reality,
until the day comes
when that language becomes we.
—JG ©2026 |
The Pace of Us We move together patiently

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Eclipse I need a break
from this orbit,
so when my words
make love to you
I am the only witness.
Meet me where the sun
won’t mind our business.
Allow me to place my eyes
on your celestial body,
everywhere its glow
won’t make you timid.
Open your canvas wider,
let me brushstroke
each vague thought
you’ve had of me—
to paint them vivid.
—JG ©2026 |
The Space Between Syllables Can you write me a love poem,
and make it not so obvious that
it is about me?
One stanza is all I need,
a lone breath expelling your
softest secret
I’d like to read it aloud in my head
to see if it speaks the same when
I recite it to myself
To see if it makes me feel special,
like my name belongs beyond
the edge of your voice
—JG ©2026 |
Posture I’ve been
bold lately,
no more slanting
my words—
They’re standing
straight up to you.
Every stanza
striking your heart,
landing punctually,
reading gently.
Because you deserve
a voice that presents
openness–
With no apologies.
—JG ©2026 |
A Whispering Thing May I whisper you a thing
or two?
I think about you often,
that’s one.
I am thinking about you
as you grasp this open
secret—
that’s two.
And because the thought
is already there,
I wonder if you think of
me as well—
make that three.
—JG ©2026
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Kinetic Your evolving embrace is electric,
but it is not what gives me light.
For it is your gentle press—
activating a shine darkness can’t
touch.
Testing how sensitive I am for you,
with a breath full of incantations
that melt my understanding.
Further verifying my affirmations.
—JG ©2026 |