Inside you

is where I want to

be,

thrusting

within the folds

of your mind

penetrating

the sweet softness

of your soul,

throbbing

as I release my love

deep within you.
                                     Jon York   2019.

In a drop of you, I lost an ocean of me.

Poetry has lost it’s meter, it’s rhyme, it’s soul
All that is left is a gaping hole
For when prose is poetry
And poetry is prose
An artform has died, and a new began.

You can't save the world,
but those closest to your heart
and yourself with it.

Bruised
And battered, my heart
Will still choose, to bother yours.

I raise the blinds to let the world in
Fix your coffee just to see you smile
Footfalls echo throughout the hallway
And I want to stay here for a while
I hear the shower running
Knowing how hot you like the water
I reflect on the evolution of us
And how our love burned even hotter
Simple complexity is our principle
Our imbalance is a shortened fuse
I dream of different happy endings
You dream of life as a muse
I hear the hum of Adele through walls
Amazing all that a heart can distort
This love born in a summer haze
Is flatlining on fall's life support
I grab my keys and wallet
Yet leave my prudence on the table
Goodbye is never uttered
Because tomorrow is always unstable