This may well destroy me
and I am entirely,
completely,
and magnificently
alright with that.

I am haunted
by the things I miss
and all the times my name
doesn't fill your mouth.

I need a word
for the way that feels,
for all the combinations
of all the letters, don't
seem to say it properly

I know the way
to your toes curled
and palms filled
with sheets squeezed.
It matters not
that I did not build
the roads, for no one
can drive them
like me.

Will you come
and roll yourself
carelessly in my bed?
If leave you must
then leave you must,
the scent of you
behind.

                                                    ­                                    Jon York   2019

If you were a book,
I'd read you again.

If you were a ride,
I'd wait in line.

If you were my dream,
I'd never awaken.

If you were a star,
I'd never look down.

If you were a flower,
I'd never look up.

If you were mine,
I don't know what I'd do;
But I'd do it.

You are the reason,
I totally melt inside.
I pinch myself,
just knowing that you're mine.
Though every season,
so many ways you let me know;
there are many reasons;
that you make me glow.
You are the reason,
my heart joyously sings
Baby you are;
more than the real thing.
You are my friend,
my lover,and my life
You are the reason,
my life feels so right