My Hebrew King
Her pulse rises slowly,
dampening the embroidery
of her intricate lace.
Dreams of him
fail to satisfy the night,
spilling into daybreak.
Tangled in cool linen,
she murmurs his name
like whispers of the sea.
“My Hebrew King”
lingers on her dewy breath,
a reigning plea.
—JG ©2026
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My Hebrew King, The ladies on my production set told me, and I quote, "tell this black man he is a gift in the wind" unquote, and I must agree. Thank you for the soft smile I find in your caressing words that keeps me spiritually centered, and for the tender beating of my heart that keeps me emotionally focused. I do hope your day has been accommodating to your needs and favorable to your wants. Continue to enjoy your Tuesday, as I wish you a grand Wednesday ahead. Love and all the Moistness given of me, always, Kemymalia (K.)tm
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