Farther Back

I was on my way, searching through my Documents and Folders, to do something special with one of my projects (or at least hoping to), when I happened to click on this file. I forgave myself for the goofy bio I'd written after reading the two poems below it, and thinking, I wrote that? I like when that happens.

Haiku—Untitled

My ink bleeds through your

paper as I tattoo your

flesh with my kisses

Love, Unrequited: A Yearning

I see you in my reveries,

your topaz-hued skin, your eyes

a combination of evasion and curiosity.

I hear your voice

resonant with the rhythm of my passion.

You, silver-tongued and pragmatic,

flipped my world outside-in

(and I like it that way).

Your memory etched its home in the pages of my life

and I cannot uninvite you.

I need your company;

I want to feel the richness of your flesh alive against mine,

I want to slow dance to the sound of your voice

I want to finish your sentences

and pick up your thoughts;

I want to write you poetry

and give it to you at the mic.

I want your originality to accent my creativity

so that together

we can make sense of this world,

and make the best of our time in it.

I miss your kiss—

though I've never felt it before,

but I imagine it to be tender, yet burning

with the pain of want—

each time like it's the last time,

and I can't stop staring at you,

cocky, yet humble;

forever endeared to my memory.

JGH, 2004-05

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Digging through the past

As usual, I'm filing my thoughts away, reading and re-reading some of them as if they will recapture a moment long past. I thought I'd post something from a few years back. Hopefully I haven't posted this one already (man, my memory has gotten ter-ri-ble!).

The Running Man

He did the Running Man well

I couldn't tell

if he saw Me when he looked in my eyes

or only whom he wanted me to belie

My melancholic kisses

distanced him from his pain

a vortex in a fractured love triangle

I was cozy in his refrain

Lowered my guard

when he let me in through the back door

though we both knew he was unfit to love

I still wanted more

He hastily backed away

as if he heard my tacit plea to stay

The lemon menthol aftertaste

from his kiss

made me forget

he isn't mine to have

or keep

my loneliness seeps

in fitful tears

when I remember

he might not go far

but he won't be here.

JGH 2007

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Magnetic Poetry

imagine

wild rainbows

singing live

remember

wanting

to swim under

night cloud

and walk through 

purple light

no more

silly love

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