They Just Are(An Ancient History)

She smells of grapes from the

vineyard, sweet and earthy 

toned like her melanin pigment.

O’ I wish a slight hint of her

warm floral letting its villus

hairs tickle my senses.

If I close my eyes, that I could

come to appreciate perhaps

witnessing consent to go on.

If I keep them closed for long

enough maybe it would come

to fruition that I wasn’t wrong.

While she’d press lips to my

forehead before guiding me

down gently to savor the glory.

Palming the crown before her,

nails striping my scalp like she

was a Tigress ready to feast.

Mm…

She’s like something right out

of history, feline eyes gazing down

on mine like she had an epiphany.

Our spirits were always aligned

from a time before time was 

kept, she’d say, they just had to be.

Mm, then she’d straddle me,

her vines locked at my waistline

ready to make time go away.

We’d make love for the first

instant, but it wouldn’t feel like

that love was ever even late.

We’d go on to relate, mind,

body and soul like a birth

right under the midnight.

Then we’d cry our tears of

joy wiping the others check,

astounded at the invite.

—JG  ©2026