The Inkings of Me

The Inkings of Me

I find it sexy being a poet

Soft Vibes

To the one vibing with me, 

I’d be your page, 

and then another and so on until 

I’m authored by your softest touch.

To complete your book will need more

than just a night, so stay close, be here,

at…,at...,no buts, let’s keep the pace

my love.

Scribe me like your wildest thought,

name my title ‘The Jungle’, opening

up your magenta flora before my

bamboo with a claim to need me.

Shall I not say pretty-please??

Give me you like a love that never

leaves and make it rain around my

thunder under this shadowy canopy.

Breathe…soft and slow,

come closer, whis...

Love’s Cycle

Screams with no voice,

I'm a silent cry for help.

Alone in a room crowded,

yet there's no one else.

No one left to turn to,

on the right are blind views.

Trying to be mindful,

but no thought insightful.

My heart is a rotten fruit,

worm food, beyond bruised.

The hurt just cycles til my

legs ache from the miscues.

What ever am I doing wrong

not to have found a last love?

Why hasn't anyone kept me

first, like I was never enough?

—JG

Pretty-Please

Pretty please, may I hold you tight?

That was me giving a compliment

and being polite in one breath.

Should I say it with my chest?

PRETTY PLEASE!

I'd give anything to have your lungs

breathe down my neck forever.

Let's face it, forget the endeavor,

you wouldn't want this to end—ever.

PRETTY PLEASE!

May I hold you like the night?

Be who you dream about when

I'm right there chasing your

nightmares?

Awake beside you to be your truth

when most of your life is not fair.

PRETTY PLEASE!

—JG

Chicken Wire

Birds of a feather?

Miss me with the shhh.

We haven’t flocked since

we were peeps long before this.

Get up off your high roost,

stop the a-doodle-doo.

Un-ruffle your feathers,

get gone—fly the coop.

—JG

Tipsy Observation

It’s 12am and the club is to capacity,

Slow Dance with Me

Come close to me,

chin over my shoulder,

and listen as I water you,

over and then over.

Feel the vibrations

til your core becomes week,

voice is slow to speak,

sore from exclaiming “ooh wee!”

Move with me in sync,

while my hands wrap your needs,

yours draped above my sleeves

and we’re holding on not to lean.

We are holding on not to breach,

not for you to spring a leak,

nor to impose on lengthy means. 

"Control it"

- G

Foundation

Just Hold Me

The act behind the shower curtain,
a silhouette dancing in the rain
celebrating another cloudy day. 
No expectations, only a song sang
watching today’s dirt wash away
debating to sleep in his wake.
Contemplating a touch while she lay;
his hands coursing her horny disarray 
because she is tired but still wants to.
He obliges with her after thoughts
tickling her fanciest desires ache,
but then they both decline to wait.

- Jg

Envisage

All I ever need is an open heart,
a simultaneous love, both sides at once.

A selfless love that is eager to start
with no feelings spared, all or none.

Not half, but always whole in part
like the morph of a bride with her One.

Yet even more like a throned embark
suiting as a Queen to her kingdom’s sun.

- Jg