Layers Beneath A Shadow
My soft caresses flip
through layers she never
knew she had available,
tucked in the shadows of
her beautiful delicacy.
It’s nice to meet those
acquaintances as I peel
over one after another,
each one a little more
melanin, its own legacy.
The mood is an art show,
a testament to how much
she lends the mind; her
worth is self explanatory,
a literal truth.
She’s a liberal proof of
different views to how I’ve
come to see her, and all the
while she’s giving cues for
me to keep looking through.
—JG ©2026 |
Cloud 9
She’s mine, so she won’t have to
find him; she’s a sublime gift,
better than perfect if perfect was,
and I’m higher than God’s Hymn.
—JG
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Let’s Just Go
Let's drop everything
we had in mind today,
and go some place random
to kiss in front of strangers.
Let’s go to the most crowded
room we can find and walk
through holding hands, never
faltering, never losing touch.
Let’s go where they don’t
see us, and shout out our
proclaimed love for one
another until they greet us.
Let’s go where we don’t
want to be, then leave, but
go back because we believe
in second chances.
—JG |
Poet and Poetess
Poetess!, Poetess!, Wherefore art thou
Poetess!? My mind is barren of your
non-virgin words, spoken so softly like
a whisper past my crowned treasure.
I need for your scribes to seduce
my yearning for a mental climax,
til I have learned them through and
through, til they sound like pleasure.
Unrobe my thoughts galore before
you and overtake my throne, wondering
around it before taking a seat at my
flesh, and without measure you’ll feel.
You’ll feel at home with me, robed to
be a Queen taking my lead to make
poetry, so powerful and sound the gods
will lick their lips and kneel.
—JG |
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
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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
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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
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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 seeds
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,
mentally and physically.
—JG |
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
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