Love Is

Come to Me

Come to me,

as honest as the sun 

when it says it will

rise yet another day.

Show me your true 

feelings to a degree 

that makes me hot and

in a revealing disarray.

Descend slowly showing

me all of your true colors

against the changing of

light.

Leave me in a dreamy

state of mind once you’ve 

touched my horizon while

we look for Neptune in the

night’s sky.

—JG  ©2026

Love Is

Love is, listing over various esteems

—JG   ©2026

Positive Identification

Listen,

I know it’s loud amongst our

star’s chattering about, but try 

and hear my words

Those times when you cross my

path, where you’d stop to hold

up everything else just to see me,

that is why I adore who you are

Why ever should I not? And how by

any measure could I disobey my 

soul that says “go after her, follow 

your heart”

And so here I am caught up to your

attention because I couldn’t yield

at a–maybe I am wrong about her.

—JG   ©2026

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Can I Take You There

Can I,

take you to a realm called ‘Us’

where we'd blend our spirits,

incumbent of a rare love?

—JG   ©2026

She Has My Attention

It’s 3AM with the venue to capacity,

but I still spot her nonchalant eyes

beyond others making amorous contact

No one has my attention like her,

skin golden, glowing like my cognac

The music is pleasing to me,

but I only care to hear her song, what

appeals to her, and what turns hers on

There is nothing that has my attention

like that woman not seeking 

a definition

Not needing to hear her every synonym

from the mouths of unbecoming men

For she knows what she would mean

for any one of them, but do they really

know how precious her mind's ascend

Would they still be so drawn if she&#...

Passion

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

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

...

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.