He is the epitome of a man with
a presence of mind to visit her dreams
to experience their combined colors
A passion of the arts
—JG ©2026
Hebrew King
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—JG ©2026
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The Softness of A Shadows says: He is the epitome of a man with Yes, beside a woman, a queen of hearts who soft?echoes to him as they drift, a presence of mind to visit her dreams She allows only the disciplined to witness her inner sanctuary, those realms few ever have seen to experience their combined colors Letting no one claim her hues, yet revealing she is one of the Creator’s sacred celestial huggers A passion of the arts A soft whisper heard at sunrise, captivating within the dark A little tender blending of poetic vibes resting at the soul of your brass feet, Hebrew King, where my Kemymalia essence leaves behind its quiet rose?petal scent Have a rapture?inspired Wednesday filled with passion, love, and peace, and a promising Thursday. Love and Hugs, always Kemymalia (K.)™ |
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Hebrew King says: Grand Rising Kemymalia. I am all smiles at your celestial gesture. |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Hebrew King
The Scent of Roses On Warm SkinEach touch, those faint ones that tickle my senses, reminds me of what I am missing. You and I, existing far past the mind’s mere glimpse— where your rose scent is no longer a hint, but soaked deep into my warm skin. Our time spent in this present, never questioned if our bond was born long ago.
—JG ©?2026
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Take MeStretching on tippy toes to reach the edge of his lips, her eyes dissolved — a drift deep into an ascended sea, spilling a quiet galaxy onto a silent shore, before her mouth could utter take me.
—JG ©2026 |
Loved By A StrangerI always wondered what it was like to be loved by a stranger.
It feels so wow, wow, wow!
Like a sudden whisper in a dark vast, a comment from a deity, a glance across the stars, lifting me up before they become still in the night.
—JG ©2026 |
As The Son I AmCan I be your mainstay, by your side amongst the countless noises of the world? I promise to love you through them all—not only as the man that I am, but as the son I will always be. —JG ©2026 |
The Weight of Your SkinWith your name on the tip of my tongue, make me cry it out, spoken and sung.
Make me stuck, helpless and bound, by the weight of your skin and the lack of a sound.
Your body is a beautiful arrest, laying all other words to rest, so let silence bloom heavy where our fingers trace the hidden lines between your lips and mine.
And every stuttered, broken sigh becomes the only true reply. —JG ©2026 |
If It Ends With MeThe moment I met you, with my mind out in space, the world seemed to stop spinning.
Time unmoored in an instant, and ever since, I have longed to know your beginning— and if it ends with me.
—JG ©2026 |
My BelovedMy Beloved, let me strip the cloth away, slow as a turning season. I want the whole architecture, the holy fractures first. You are stunning when hidden, but naked— you are a beautiful blasphemy.
—JG ©2026 |
Act 1Hold me like a cadence— one that claims to whole on my mind.
A pull so binding, we wouldn’t regret what we left behind.
In the spaces between, our voices carry light with every breath.
Let’s share a bond so seamless, each exhale feels like a reflex.
Two minds bending— beyond where the sun sets, yonder where the moon rests.
—JG ©2026
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UndoingFall into my arms and let yourself be like Autumn, till the season passes slowly stripping me of my veils.
May I be a bare branch in the end— locked in a winter that forgets the world, but knows I shall reveal no secrets.
Keep me warm under your breath where you gently hold the found honesty of what I am when faced with change.
—JG ©2026
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Safe HarborA sweet serenade is your heart, while I lay my head on your chest. It livens me, yet it lowers me into its depths, allowing me to rest —assured.
—JG ©2026 |