The Currency of Being Found
Don’t look now,
just be you and his eyes
will find your artifacts.
You have been digging to
locate what makes you a
treasure when you shouldn’t
have to ask.
Don’t ever question what
makes you a good coin
amongst many—
a penny for your thoughts
Toss it in water and let it
sink in; you my dear are
what it means to be brought.
—To the forefront of any
sensible man’s mind
—JG ©2026 |
The Onset High
My mind has been wandering,
wading through every thought,
dismissing those that aren’t of
you.
For they are just distant hums,
blurs of noise I rummage through.
Every path my attention takes
just loops back to what you bring,
leaving me unable to pillar time,
tasks, and routine things.
You are my drug,
my dopamine—
keeping me cognizant of the high
I need,
spotlighting the onset of my anxiety.
—JG ©2026 |
Cupid’s Bow
I’m shooting from the heart,
Cupid’s hanging off my shoulder,
reloading his bow, aimed directly
at you.
For this love isn’t superficial—
it cuts deep, drawing your blood,
preparing a stretched canvas
where you’re the muse.
Let every crimson drop bleed out,
brush-stroking your exact likeness,
leaving all the beautiful blemishes
intact.
You’re the living masterpiece,
dying to exist in my world,
thriving under of my chaotic impact.
—JG ©2026 |
Anchored to You
Know that you are beautiful,
still—
like waters he refused to jump in
while fearing their actual depths.
True love is a sacrifice,
one he doesn’t deserve if he can’t
fathom giving you his last breath.
For you belong to someone who isn’t
afraid to drown himself,
to experience the wait of your truth.
Instead, he only gets his feet wet,
leaving himself weightless of being
anchored to you.
—JG ©2026
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Interstellar Rose
Her fading scent vanished,
like an interstellar sea of dying
rose where she held me in the
warmth of her repose.
Remembrance condenses on my
skin like stardust settling on a dark
canvas—
cosmic art immersing me in her
absence.
Gravity pulls me deep into orbit
through a vacant space,
where the distant echo of her
whisper creeps.
It says, “Look for me”,
and before my eyes there lay
a quiet petal within my reach.
—JG ©2026
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A Hebrew Queen(Speaking from the Ether)
She speaks to me in a way
current times don’t show.
The further I think back,
not a previous exchange
with another comes close.
Her words are so adrift,
but still covering.
They are starting to fill all
of my celestial vacancies,
—eclipsing me.
—JG ©2026 |
Devine Imperfection
Beloved,
may I remove all of your clothing,
slowly but surely revealing all of
what’s underneath.
For I wish to lay eyes on your Godly
creation, in full—
Paying utmost attention to your flaws
as they are most sacred to me.
—JG ©2026 |
Borrowed Breath
I’m embracing the unwritten
lines in between your quiet;
My hands, gentle enough to
inhabit you without breaking
the stillness.
Don’t express to me how it
feels,
but do close your eyes, and take
it all in as our time reveals.
Relax in my arms, as the
emergence of ink begins to show.
Word for word, stanzas in tow,
a tranquil poem—now flows.
Our margins are deep,
holding secrets our minds can’t
fathom to keep.
No whispers are needed
to measure the depth—
just the steady slow rhythm of
borrowed breath.
—JG &... |
Collapse All Distance
A corresponding voice that
resonates with its own tone;
It’s telling me to come home,
her body waiting in reach.
Collapse all of your distance
on to me.
It whispers past my mind
until the chant is embedded
deep within my aloft,
For it grounds my descent from
cosmos—
pulled down to experience her
gravity’s must.
—JG ©2026
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Until the Night Exhales
Let me kiss you the right way,
all over, soft and slow.
Losing my breath in between
savoring each quote.
Brow, neck, shoulder, “lower”—
your petite breasts,
“lower”—
Feel the way the rest of
you trembles as the mood begins
to grow.
Take hold of my crown and
guild me as you please, take
control letting your hands
rewrite my rhythm—go.
Until the night itself exhales.
—JG ©2026 |
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