I remember waking up

to you not knowing what

to call it when you rolled

into me,

when you melted and took

shape around my chest.

I didn't know the definition

of this, the breath of a moment,

but I'll take it: I'll take it over

and over again, breathing dreams like air.

And I kissed  you and on my lips I tasted

the sea and the sea has always been home

for me.                                                              ­           Jon York   2018