Take My Hand

If She But Whispers

If she but whispers ‘come’,

I will set out on foot,

longing for a road 

that breaks me on the way to 

her love.

For I seek not an easy journey,

but to wed hardship along my

path.

Let the earth under my soles 

bear witness to the miles

pushed aside.

Let the cold wind hollow out my

chest, 

so long as my heart beats the 

same when I arrive.

—JG   ©2026

Cipher for Love

You are safe with me—

code for I’ve got you when 

no one else does.

A love that comes from good 

intentions, 

locked inside a solid trust.

A love that is forever—

or at least an endeavor 

of constant embrace.

A steady affirmation when

all else is loosely fitting,

failing to take your shape.

Nothing can take your place.

Not ever. No way.

—JG   ©2026

The Scent of Roses On Warm Skin

Each 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

Take Me

Stretching 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 Stranger

I 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 Am

Can 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 Skin

With 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 Me

The 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 Beloved

My 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 1

Hold 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