Loving Truth

Loving Truth

Let’s pull into each

other slowly, and 

then not mince words.

Let’s say whatever 

reaches the tongue,

untying both worlds.

Let’s tug a little,

freeing knots from

tensions grown old.

Let’s let obscenities 

explode from the 

tickings of our souls.

Let’s implode,

falling lower at every

formidable mention of ‘you’.

Let’s just be…………….

a loving,

f*****g truth!

—JG

Settle Down Love

Bedroom convos uttered in my ears,

like Trey's songs playing in slow motion,

echoing no split in musical openness,

making the air around me moist.

Bearing the body wrapped in its petals,

I watered the rose that confined me,

sprouting and spreading new leaves,

arousing only to settle down.

—JG

First Comes Home(Love Hard)

He loves hard to 

keep in touch 

with her soft side.

“Let me rephrase

that for my

misbehaved mind.”

He loves deeply to

keep in touch

with her soul.

“That doesn’t make

it better, I know.”

That’s where he can

always find the

need to knows.

To water what feeds

their growth, but,

to each is own.

With him first comes 

home, he doesn’t 

want the amenity.

But the entity that

needs his whole,

men...

Much Love

If I haven’t told you 

I love you enough,

then enough is enough.

I’m removing u 

from the word 

so I’d say it as much.

Who ever knew such

a verb can be so

re-noun, so up front.

A refusal to be in 

the back of the line, a

refusal of being brunt.

So dangerous

Just know that if ever

we come under attack

I’m fighting for us.

I love you much, very,

and again I’m sorry

if enough wasn’t enough.

—JG

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