Woah, that guy's deep. Do you think he might drown down there, all by himself? He might come up for air soon, right? Someone should probably go check But that's a lot of pressure. It's safer up here.
Everybody dies. How doesn't matter. Life's a bad movie with a sad ending. The living still send bills, call you up. Emails not returned to those sending.
The inks wet in the memory book. Sooner than later you're forgotten. Cremains in a dusty urn on a mantle. Funeral flowers turn black and rotten.
The truth is bitter but you taste so sweet. I held and soothed you as I got you deep...slow kissing into a meek surrender.
You bring me to my knees with just the sound of your voice and in your presence I melt into your hands, you feeling the deep rumble of my voice as it coos and comforts you.
I feel you in my whole body and every inch of my skin.
You melted into me when I held you....so why do your demons hurt me so? Jon York 2021