Devine Imperfection

Devine Imperfection

Beloved, 

may I remove all of your clothes,

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 &...

The Sacred Unveiling

Beloved, may I? 

Remove your clothes,

fabric by fabric, revealing what’s

underneath.

For I wish to lay eyes on your Godly

creation in full—

Flaws first, as they are most sacred

to me.

I want to kiss all of your imperfections,

none more important than the other.

—JG  ©2026

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

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

Open Minded

They became deep in their poetic

space, as they defied sound permitting

moans through the vast obscure.

For they were lost in each other’s

mystique, yet still open minded 

to where their spirits were.

And even while sated, they still 

yearned at the remaining closed 

doors of each other’s corridor.

There is where they’d find comfort

in the shadows left waiting to be

explored.

—JG  ©2026

Beyond Her Threshold

The physical fades to a quiet

background when the map of your

thoughts begins to unwind.

Though your beauty lies bare in this

softening light, it is always the

structure and grace of your mind.

The curve of a shoulder, the warmth of

a touch, are only the threshold, the

edge of the door.

But, the words that you speak and the

truths you hold still are the landscapes

I am drawn to explore.

For skin may invite an immediate gaze,

a sudden surrender to what I can see,

But the robe of your intellect, layered

and deep is the riddle that sets my

attention free.

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Infinity

Cosmic,

a celestial charm

pouring knowledge

at my temple of her

very existence 

A water bearer in the

night sky surrounded

by an air that breathes

songs of her descent

She’s had my attention,

reciting her poetics through 

the corridors of my orbit

leaving gifts of her rose

scent

If her essence isn’t 

intended for me then it

has still captured me 

somewhere throughout 

infinity 

And beyond that, she has

love for all constellations,

yet the smile I carry 

subsequent to her words 

makes me fee...

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

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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