The world rains down on this lonesome desert plane
and we watch and wait and go insane.

listening to music
in a quiet room
only helps to emphasize
how small i feel.

Those moments fading slowly
Far away from yesterday-
When days were always brighter-
Laughter everyday.

This distance slowly growing
And the smiles seem less-
The days now are more quiet-
More quiet than the rest.

The unending happiness
Seemed too good to be true-
As each day was so perfect
Every time I was with you.

Drifting like a boat at sea
Like fading memories-
Miles apart from yesterday
Of a love not meant to be.

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.

I kissed a girl with a broken smile;
nothing could come near.
She carved it with a pocket knife;
slit from ear to ear.
And she wears it like her favourite scarf;
it keeps her from the cold.
So I told her its only woven by
her enemies of old.