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 am saccharine kisses before lullaby led naps.
I wonder if you know your name yet.
I hear you giggling and cooing from your crib.
I see you've grown quite a bit.
I want you to stay small forever, my dear, I want you to stay small.
I am swifty cheek kisses before waving goodbye.
I pretend to want you gone from my nest
I feel like I've bitten a lemon.
I touch your shoulder before tucking you in
I worry Until she's gone, a shadow remains.
I cry over a loss soon to come...
I am apathetic side hugs before taking my leave.
I understand you're growing old and you're ready to flee.
I say I miss when you giggled and cooed,
I dream of your small little toes, 1 2 3.
I try to be happy that you're growing old like me.
I hope you know what I mean.
I am saccharine kisses before lullaby led naps,
But my kisses are frail and you’ll remember it as my last.