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Jon York Apr 2019
What  I  want  most,
is to know
what you hear
in the silence
between us.

Poetry  is
    an echo
asking a
shadow to
       dance.

 Read to me,
a page from your soul
one night at a time.

You are
whatever  a
           moon
has always
        meant,
and
whatever
a sun will
always sing.

I ripple
when you touch me
like a childish river
         running home.

Some souls just understand each other upon meeting and when souls find comfort in one another separation is not possible.
                                                       ­                                      Jon York   2019
  Apr 2019 Jon York
becca marie
He breathed her in as if she were his only source of oxygen
  Apr 2019 Jon York
Sim
teach me what desire’s about,
make me your celestial creature,
consume me until death do us apart.
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