Her pose was a seductive
illustration,
but I would stall upon
answering the geometric
coordinates of her legs
to map the x, y, and z
of her mind first.
—JG ©2026
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romance
Her pose was a seductive
illustration,
but I would stall upon
answering the geometric
coordinates of her legs
to map the x, y, and z
of her mind first.
—JG ©2026
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Hebrew King
Cerebral GeometryHer pose was a seductive illustration, but I would stall upon answering the geometric coordinates of her legs to map the x, y, and z of her mind first. —JG ©2026 |
Autumn ShelfI balance on an unwavering limb. If I fall for you before autumn ends, you will find that my pages are anomalous.
I might drift along with my pigments changing with age, but I will ground gently, exactly the read you thought I was.
—JG ©2026 |
The Only RemedyDays never found their proper descent, leaving nights to ignore me.
A relentless hum behind my temple— my eyes couldn’t settle long enough to begin to dream.
I wished to be led out of my sleepless hollow, chartered on a path back to tranquility, and then there was you.
My Melatonin—
—JG ©2026 |
Standalone RealitiesI wait for your words to move before my mystical brown eyes, voiced straight at me.
I only hope that’s how my intent reads, leaning into me like italics, shortening our distant reach.
A sweet substitute for a standalone reality, until the day comes when that language becomes we.
—JG ©2026 |
The Pace of UsWe move together patiently
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EclipseI need a break from this orbit, so when my words make love to you I am the only witness.
Meet me where the sun won’t mind our business. Allow me to place my eyes on your celestial body, everywhere its glow won’t make you timid.
Open your canvas wider, let me brushstroke each vague thought you’ve had of me— to paint them vivid.
—JG ©2026 |
The Space Between SyllablesCan you write me a love poem, and make it not so 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 |
PostureI’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 ThingMay 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
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KineticYour 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 |