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Some memories
                  never  leave  
       your  bones.  Like  salt  in
           the seas they  become  
                 part  of  you.
           The smell of her hair,
              the taste of her
            mouth, the feeling
                 of her skin  
         seemed  to get  inside
              of me, or into
            the air around me.
                    She had
      become  a physical necessity
          and  we  were  in  bed
     together  laughing  and   we  
                didn't  care
            about   anything.
         The  strongest  drug
   that  exists  for  a   human  is
         another human being
                   and the
                little things?
         The little moments?
                They aren't
                      little.
                                  ­                                                        Jon York   2019
My eyes fill with oceans
My mouth healed with humbling salt
When I hear the goodness of the psalmists voice
When I read his song
The psalmist
I knew that I was not a bird
I knew it when I fell and I
A wingless thing
An ageless life
Angelless on this ended line
Known to me no bird was I
Long before I couldn't fly
Flightless Sentiments
When the water boils
The pasta spine breaks
And the sizzling bake refuses to stop
I lose myself in the aroma around
Cooking like this
I am
Soundly simmering within the not
And at the same time
Lost
In the time which stops
Cooking a sensory swim
Familiar as clock chimes from younger days
The reinforcement of fact, and that
No matter how little my ability to stay, may be
When the time is right
And the world at peaceful lingering, I
Is where we will find and stay
Remaining in a gentle, outlined memory
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