The Space Between Syllables

The Space Between Syllables

Can you write me a love poem,

and don’t make it obvious that

it is about me?

One stanza is all I need,

a lone breath expelling your

softest secret

I’d like to read it aloud in my head

to see if it speaks the same when

I recite it to myself

To see if it makes me feel special,

like my name belongs beyond

the edge of your voice

—JG  ©2026

Posture

I’ve been 

bold lately,

no more slanting

my words—

They’re standing

straight up to you.

Every stanza 

striking your heart,

landing punctually,

reading gently.

Because you deserve 

a voice that presents

openness–

With no apologies.

—JG   ©2026

A Whispering Thing

May I whisper you a thing

or two?

I think about you often,

that’s one.

I am thinking about you

as you grasp this open

secret—

that’s two.

And because the thought 

is already there, 

I wonder if you think of

me as well—

make that three.

—JG   ©2026

Kinetic

Your evolving embrace is electric,

but it is not what gives me light.

For it is your gentle press—

activating a shine darkness can’t 

touch.

Testing how sensitive I am for you,

with a breath full of incantations

that melt my understanding.

Further verifying my affirmations.

—JG   ©2026

Uranian Light, Neptunian Deep

Let’s talk about how 

much we spin as the planets 

ellipse

Let’s talk about how a Uranian

Goddess has the power to soften

my Neptunian abyss

Let’s drift further in mind, 

past our anomaly

Past the vast edge of astronomy,

where we’d become two bodies

sharing one soul

—JG  ©2026

Waiting to Exhale

Come to me in the middle 

of the night when my mind

is restless to dream.

Hum your sweet lullabies

in my ear, while your 

shadow cradles me.

I wouldn’t mind the feel of

your warm breath against

my cheek as well.

And I wouldn’t mind the feel 

of your fingers playing on my

skin to the melody, 

while my body exhales.

—JG  ©2026

All About Her

Please stay, don’t go—

for if you leave now you won’t know.

You’d keep guessing, the whole night

long—

just how far words can go.

This ache won’t ease, tight in my

throat,

each time our dialogue is

postponed.

Stay home.

Let’s talk about us,

about how much we spin as the planets

ellipse.

Let’s talk about how a Uranian Goddess 

has the power to soften my Neptunian

abyss.

—JG   ©2026

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