Therapy Session

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

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