She told  me that my words  took  her breath and
would I please write something to again take her
breath.

Reaching for you, my letters now strung together
in loops and curves, I send them to you, spilled
from  this  heart  in everyday  ink.

It started in I think was around 1965.  0n a warm
summer day at the Country Club pool when we
were so young. Our eyes met and if love has a place
and way of being I was lost in the Heaven of your eyes.
Love but wanderlust of the soul found home from
the first errant kiss to last shared breath beneath
wondrous star strewn Heavens.

Yet Heaven pales to the beauty of your eyes. Kiss me,
love me again. Let me be once more within their light.

I believe in the power of words. If I can succeed
in making someone smile and think more positive
about themselves, I feel truly blessed. Writing poetry
is the catalyst in my quest for authenticity and the
conduit through which I express my deepest thoughts
and emotions.
                                                       ­                                    Jon York  2025