Judgement Day
Pacing the floor waiting,
creeks in the hard wood,
a splintering paranoia
of you cutting me loose
Youth covered in frown lines,
happiness fading with sun,
this timber is shivering cold
without your fire in this place
It aches,
as if bitten in a polar pummel
and I can’t bare to fight it,
marred like a marriage in court
Reports that I’m not enough,
a bluff from a telling truth,
a gavel striking down on me
when I’m innocent of loving you
-Jg
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Pillow Talk
Your word play is
every bit of lyrical,
my every poetic niche
That slight lisp,
it pacifies
like a lullaby
Sly;
nourishing me
without a breast present
A constant presence,
just enough
until you are ready
~Jg
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Pages
Touch me
not with your hands
but with an open mind
to truly let me in
Begin with a truth
keep it consistent
capture my attention
leaving me scared of— the end
-Jg
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Every Moment Counts
Rain drops
strumming on the roof top,
her mood,
bare naked in tube socks.
Cold feet,
but not petrified
of the storm outside
confining us in the box.
She appreciates us this way,
enclosed with our feelings
reeling upon secret proofs
listening to the waves.
No sex being obtained,
not but this moment
to reflect on what conversation does
to keep the storms in us at bay.
-Jg |
Perfect Stranger
Beautiful
like the ocean waving
outside the window seat
of the flight you've put me on.
A whimsical being,
an unescorted feather
adrift without a wing
like an angelic illusion.
Sweet as the day
hard rains lead you to me
with a broken umbrella
drinched but staid.
Penned eyes
wrote our story
with each pointed glance
and the storm was detained.
-Jg |
I Found You
Jungle music,
harping water falls,
whispering winds,
you're calling my name.
Just you calling me,
from under the cove
hiding for a man to seek you
into the drumming rain.
Wind chimes
stirring your scent my way
igniting porous flames
leaving me hot and cold.
Charcoal
like a Panther in the shadows,
you blend in well
but your feline eyes told.
-Jg |
Ligature
A woman wants
a rock to her nation,
the perfect sense
when all else is cloudy.
With a man
she can scream loudly,
cleansing her mind
of toxic self doubt.
Instead of a roundabout
she is straightforward
like an avenue,
lending her body to avenues.
Migrative moves,
she walks like him,
the shadow of a husband,
married to his nature.
A ligature are the two,
rooted to stay grounded,
rose for a rose,
delicate literatures.
They conjure peac... |
Melanin Sands
Touch me,
feel my blood move,
flowing towards your basin
to fill its futility.
Let it be the utility
in which keeps you lit
away from darkness
like a sea shell washed ashore.
Feel the grit of my pores,
sinful but pure
from the honesty I share
embedded in my walk.
Footprints in the sand
cushioned by your feel
soaking wet,
vanished with a kiss.
-Jg |
After Hours
Between the sheets,
skin silk like fabric
coming over me
like an orgasm.
Muscle spasms,
responding to the heat
reacting in gripping fashion,
vice versa.
Soft and hard collide,
textured medium,
bitter sweet release
til the moon repeats.
Decree,
together still
after inertia
we crept past sleep.
-Jg |
Cosmos
A naked truth,
the naked you,
maketh bloom
a full anatomy.
Your outter space,
skin like a milky way,
moon traits
on a blemished galaxy.
My astronomy,
close to my world like Mercury,
yet unseen with a scope,
still cosmos.
Dazzle me,
with your light in the dark,
hued eyes like stars
for my gravity.
-Jg |
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