I think it's beautiful
the way you sparkle
when you talk about
the things you love.

If you don't

                     have a seat

                      at the table.

         You're probably on the menu.
                                                                             Jon York   2019

In life, there are three

           shapes  you  should
  
            avoid:  vicious circles,

             love triangles,  and

                  squared minds.
                                                                                 Jon York   2019

we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections

No, she wasn't afraid of death.
And why would she?
Her heart was so  wild,
that even the grim reaper would fall in love.

You are

the sunrise

to my

morning

every

morning,



the bringer

to light

and warmth

and the

vanquisher

of shadow

dreams.



you are

the gate

keeper

to all

that lies

inside you,



and I the

pauper

that stands

before your

gate.



one hand

open for

your generosity

of caring,



one hand

open for

you to

touch

my fate.



in these

distant

times when

we walk

on separate

paths



that still

somehow

have

brought

us here,



to this

place

this understanding,



that we

are so

much

more together



than we

could ever

be apart.

There's a razor beside the bed
It's pink
It's electric

The walls are gray
The walls are gray
The walls are gray
The curtain is white
And the walls are gray

Static is my vision
The walls are gray and static
The razor is pink and electric

There is no wind
There is no light
Warmth of body does not ignite

If the bed is white then what is I?
What is she?

If the walls are gray
And curtain is white
Razor, pink, electric, shines
Then what is I?
Then what is I?