Grand Rising Queen
Here we are as we wake under
the stars amidst blue covers,
you on one side and me on another,
two different scenes, yet the same
atmosphere
In between are time and distance
but with the mind to always find you,
with the mind that always beds us two,
hmm, the mind that always cuddles
the whisper, prolonging our now and
here
Let’s meditate, I’ll inhale while you
exhale, can you feel the life there?
Breathe and let it be your peace,
let me be your reason, somewheres
Let me be your reason asserted,
because the sound is an unfamiliarity
to hold dear to your present and future
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Read This Slowly
Read into me, feel my silken pages,
absent of a literal touch, but for
whatever the reason, present is still
your heart that smiles.
Kiss me now if you must while no one
is looking, a mystery in itself, but you
don’t need to ask your lips, how?
It will come as natural as smelling a
bouquet of your own roses, as simple
as the metaphor, ‘take my breath
away right now!” Hmm
Read into me even more, let my
timeless passages uplift your soul,
placing you closer within my attain.
Let every letter be moistened by
your warm breath, Mm, if that
isn’t what I’d call the softest rain.
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If You Say So
Just lay there a while, I want to admire
this moment after you've awaken face
bare, hair out of place, and in that
attire of sorts
To run my fingers across your
blemishes, for they seem nothing,
but still my everything just as you are
Just a little while longer, to have a feel
of your chest’s rise and fall, a soft sky
against my awe, while I gaze upon your
scenic bounds
To see you smile to the other side of the
moon while I say nothing, hushed
because the mood ... |
My Cosmic Mural
To whom hears me approaching
beforehand of the night’s prelude
As I near your window slide open
the drapes, but don’t obscure view
My easel awaits with a barren canvas,
and you mon cher are my muse
I only ask you a few strands of your
ebony tresses to mend my brush anew
So to pull both my worlds, and orbits
into you, as to say “Queen give me you”
And so to give you-you from another
aspect, by my Neptunian artistic rule
To let me witness every single respect
til I have stroked all of your plurals
Thereby going outside of the lines
turning you into my cosmic mural
—JG ©2026
Quick Note: In addition to writing
poetry I am a forever student of
fine arts. |
Pulled into your Rapids
My chest is racing, open your celestial
eyes after having closed them briefly.
Can you feel the rapids?
You do that to me when your watering
whispers start closing in, trashing
about unforeseen realities so intimately.
For I can truly feel the absentees of
my heart slowly filing in place after
each beguiling entrance into my soul.
You are starting to reflect on me in the
flesh as already the mind, and so It’s
noted “as above, so below”.
—JG
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Late Night Orbit
My hands are tracing your
constellations from behind your
ears all the way down to your
French toes.
Need I say stuck in a limbo?,
your pelvis rising an inch higher
the lower I proceed to go.
I’m loving every bit of the
monotone, but the lows, Mm,
they grab my attention in a way
I just can’t reach.
The high notes are what get to
me, luring me into your chi like a
siren.
Submit to me while I clasp your
wrists, but insist that I take things
slow, as to weave every bit of me
into your celestial soul.
I’ll be the man from Mars, your
dreamy extraterrestrial.
Let’s go to Luna and bask in the
light, then trigger an eclipse.
Let me take you to a place out of
our orbits where only we two exist.
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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 ... |
Let It Be Patient
A proleptic patience,
knowing she will soon
show while tracing my
mind with what I’d say next.
Maybe this time I’ll
say let's, let her hormones
quiver leaving her body
and soul perplexed.
Ah,
Maybe this time I’ll say
not yet, leaving her hushed,
self exclaiming how a mind
f**k just isn’t enough.
Mm, I’d leave her feening
for the rush, as my words
themselves just won’t
add up to a deep thrust.
But,
Mm, she will still moan
in a silence that
travels like a wh... |
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 there may have been
an old 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.
—JG... |
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 |
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