Life is a journey
through the past,
living in the present,
facing the future.

People come into our lives,
maybe only for a day,
a month or maybe for
a year or two.

As those paths cross,
there is always a lesson
to be learned no matter
how brief.

One brief moment
can touch you for a
lifetime or may turn
your world upside down.

Love's spell is simple
and timeless, but pain
cripples your course.

Weep and you weep alone,
rejoice and people will see you,
grieve and they turn and go.

Move along even if all is gone,
love again without fear for
the end might be near.

Now you see it, now you don't,
things change so fast and
nothing seems to last anymore.

If you need to cry,
cry out all of your tears,
then you will be able to smile
again and you will be able
to get through it, this time
called life.                                           Jon York     2011

She knew me,
from my words and able
to feel my pain that was crouched
in widom and carefully hidden
but nevertheless sometimes I feel
the echoe of old hurts
whispering across my mind
passing like shadows
across my spirit.

I am deeply touched
by her need to heal and soothe
with loves tender touch
and sometimes I feel
as though I do not choose it
but rather it chooses me!

I am helpless to do
anything other than to
let it wash across
my soul.

My heart weeps
and tears flow freely
to mend the wound
and to let joy come
once more
and I can only rest
when I know
that there is peace.

These are only words,
but words are
all I have to take
her heart away.        Jon York     2012

"Write", she says.

"I have nothing to say", I answer.

But, of course, it is a lie.  I have plenty to say.
It is a matter of staying hidden.  

Sometimes, I want to be invisible.  

"Don't look at me", I say, "Just see me."

*I am the invisible substance of subconscious,
and I want nothing more than to be found.

the lines that fall apart and end up in the trash
are part of this poet's repertoire as well.  perhaps,
if i brought them out and sang songs to them they
would feel loved enough to complete themselves.

i want to be more than incomplete.  i want to begin
at the beginning, and run on through to the end, in
satisfaction.

but sometimes, it is within the spaces, within the stops
and starts and crumpled paper disappointments that we
find the very thing that we need to be at peace.

The genius heart
Restless in repose
Sighing as it waits
The thorn ****** the rose
As the world intrudes
It drowns in its own blood
Logic the lifeline it rejects
Preferring the rising flood
Of pain and sorrow
Never counting a blessing
Unable to satiate itself
In constant need of caressing
Will the mind rule
As it refuses to relent
Will the heart play the fool
And always give its consent?
The genius heart
In glorious suffering
Perfect form
Dignified cantering
Tomorrow’s promise
Today’s hope
The genius heart
Will forever cope
And always walk
Towards its oasis
Even in delusion
With no basis
For expectation
Yet in the waiting
Its sad life
Impatiently creating
Teary eyed
Seeing life as art
And art as life
The genius heart
Lives as it dies
In love alone
A solitary romance
Uncaring what was sown
Unwilling to listen
Ready to conceive
Living even for a moment
Will it always believe?

Longing for the warm flowing parchment of your skin
Our very own love lingo that only we can comprehend

Your beautiful words etched deep inside of me
Penetrating my core to the very existence you see

Detailing your handiwork you trace my outline with your lips
Shadowing my body as my very own lunar eclipse

The Darkness and past memories that once were embraced
Have now been washed away with your light in its place

We take each other to the depths of the unknown
Embracing what was meant to be together not alone

Will you lend me your eyes for the evening and look upon this face, this body... like you never have before. Watch me undress slowly and watch my clothes hit the floor.  They say the eyes are the window to your soul and when you look at me my soul feels whole.

Will you lend me your ears and savor the growls and moans that escape my lips for you.  Making my pleasure known by sending out all my verbal cues. You watch as the pleasure overtakes me...sending me to the very top of the world's tallest peaks and all along the bottom of love's deepest sea.

Will you lend me your lips to play, tongue to dance and mouth to graze with my lover? Plunging each other to the depths as we explore and as we discover.  Can you taste the pleasure of you pleasing me? Inhale my sweet kisses and breathe me in more deeply.

Will you lend me your strong hands that are able to guide and tease. Marinating fingers finding hard ***** ******* and wet pleasure spots eager to squeeze . Warm roaming hands that help finish ******* my most intimate clothes and hands that need no encouragement but bring forth the greatest pleasure bestowed.

Will you lend me your body so hard and pressed to mine... loving me with all you got and taking your sweet sweet time. Will you love me from every thought that comes to your mind all the way down to your curled toes of delight? Will you love me all day and throughout the night and when the sun wakes us with its first rays of light?