Hebrew King(Who Shadows Me?)

Hebrew King(Who Shadows Me?)

I’m seeing how deep me 

goes, digging to find if there 

is a burrow beneath my whole.

To see if I’ve been beyond 

being me, maybe a Hebrew 

King in a past life pure as gold?

But to whom did he cast a

shadow with, the soft side

that finds it hard to let him go?

Although, according to a certain

whisper I’ve already come to 

know how hard that wind blows.

I’ve already seen those denotes,

quote for quote, on a steep slope 

barreling straight towards me.

So to whom did he cast a shadow

with? None other than what Queen

this finds its way to with clarity.

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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

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

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 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