If you were a book,
I'd read you again.

If you were a ride,
I'd wait in line.

If you were my dream,
I'd never awaken.

If you were a star,
I'd never look down.

If you were a flower,
I'd never look up.

If you were mine,
I don't know what I'd do;
But I'd do it.

I have blisters
on my
feet
from dancing
with your
soul.
                                                                                            Jon York   2019

I will use your tears
to water my mind,
and grow you a poem
Anytime that you cry