Perfect Stranger

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

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

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

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