The Weight of Your Skin

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

Undoing

Fall 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

Safe Harbor

A 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

Two Souls Bound

Her cosmos is understood.

He evokes stars around her 

crown like Saturn’s reign.

All he knows is to honor her 

vastness, 

giving space for her 

power to sustain.

He allows her to pull him close;

she is gravity, as she leans on the

girth of his frame.

They are tethered by one sacred 

rule, to complement equally—

two souls bound in the universe’s

name.

—JG  ©2026

Rooted Over Stars

She touched me, not with her 

hands,

but with an open mind to truly 

let me in.

She anchored me in a consistent

truth,

holding me in a stillness that 

leaves me scared of the end.

My cosmic lover—she is no mere

whisper,

but an open declaration for all 

to hear, breathing us into 

existence.

Rooting for us over the stars,

for our whole bodies to meld,

awakening an ancient 

reminiscence.

—JG  ©2026

Gravitational Pull

Where have you gone? 

I mean, how have you been?

Because, of course, you could

never leave my thoughts.

I keep returning to the orbit

where we used to meet, 

where we’d share insights, 

but the absence leaves me blind. 

My words are blurred; 

I can’t seem to focus them,

for they don’t spell much without 

your clarity.

I try my best to leave and vow to 

never return, 

yet a faint grasp tugs at me to be

patient. 

And so, I will keep existing, here, 

if you need me…

—JG   ©2026

Take My Hand

"Every minute that ticks by

without you at my side 

is a reason to tell the clock that 

it’s time is up— 

take my hand."
 

—JG  @2026