Sometimes
I wonder
if love is
worth
fighting
for, but
then I
remember
your face
and I am
ready
for war.

I cannot
tell you
how many
times a
day   I
wonder
where you
are, what
you're
doing,
and   if
you're
happy.

It's agonizing -- to love someone this much and be unable to express to them... to hold so much love inside that it's eating
you alive and to be completely helpless to do anything about it.
                                                             ­                               Jon York  2019

Did you know that I know you?
better than you know yourself,
and without doubt, more than
any single other body has ever
known any single other body
in the history of this world or
any other. I know  before  you
know when your heart reaches
out  and  I  know  without  you
requiring  the  assistance  of   a
glance  or  gaze  when  you  are
scared  or  lonely,  or  tired   or  
hungry, or angry or worried, or  
blinded by absolute excitement.

Did you know I am  yours?  Did
you  know  that  I will always be
yours?  Did  you know  I waited
my  entire  life  to  have  you  be
mine again?  Did  you?

I would do any, whatever and all
things  as   long  as  doing  them
meant  doing  them   with   you.

I  love  us  for  the  way  our  eyes
make  love  to  each  others   souls.
                                                          ­                           Jon York    2019

rogue
smiles,

tender
lolly pop

kisses
shared,

tell
our full
measure.

fingers
entwined
as we
sleep.

I reach
to pull
you close.

the moonlight
caresses

our entangled
silhouettes,


and again
like a
miracle,


it is
true,

I witness
it.

this
diamond
studded
sky has
lost
it's

universal
presence.


for it
pales in
comparison

to the
moments

you lie
over me.

and all I
see
is the

canopy
of you.

This night
in you,


After Glow

when the

rains come
in the
wink
of an eye,

we crusade
into the black

catching each
droplet
of the wet night
upon our
tongues.

then savoring
the taste
together


deeply sweetly
between our
lips..

seeking our
salvation
humble
and as a
servant
to each other's
souls..

through
cimarron canyon

early morning

grass

we walk


bare toes
in flight.

clouds
swollen
bellies
itching
to give
birth..

and there
behind
your eyes

naked
unafraid,

you
find
me...