You make such
          a perfect
        arrangement
          of atoms.

          Sitting next
            to you
             is like
          taking a sip
          of eternity,
      the sun, the stars,
              the sky,
          never tasted
            so good.

         If you tell me
         you love me,
        chances are I'll
        spend forever
        proving I love
           you more.

         Make me feel
            like I'm a
    river, and you have
          been thirsty
          your entire
                  life.                                                                       Jon York  2019

I asked Satan for divorce
He said, “Alright, of course,
But you’re still swimming
In waters lukewarm and shallow.”
Here I thought I was hallowed
But I’m wrestling something nameless
I want it to be solid
His name is full of consonants
But I feel the vowels are valid
In His world it’s black or white
Night or day, light or dark
I ponder which one I am
As I count the ripples on tree bark
How long is my shelf life
How far can I travel safely
How much more can I take
Will I ever find my place
Butterflies into bombers
We must get back to the garden
Bombers into butterflies
We must get back to the garden

She took my hand and followed me
through the trees,
under the archway made of ivy
(flanked by pristinely carved hedges)
into the vast, open field
which met the ethereal red sun
on the horizon.

We sat in the fresh grass,
cool in the evening air.
All the while we stayed silent,
just admiring the untouched space.
Each blade of grass before us
swayed gently,
tantalisingly...

Time had stopped
but everything was still living.
Still moving.
As if this place were not included
in Time's perseverance.  
I didn't want it to be,
it was too important to me.

It occurred to me then
that it wasn't this place
that I valued the most at all
It was this moment.

And I captured it.

May the great force
allure your bright sunny smile.
recapture your tired long bones,
invested all in of your daily miles,
as you sip through your cup,
grande like my loving;
rushed pockets of adrenalin,
anticipated sweet happenings.
come and fill in the lousy blanks,
insist that mutual feelings,
as we discover ourselves, through these  bright outings

Despite my aging body
I still have my baby teeth
And bodies want beds of fire
And babies just need sleep
They said to look out for your schemes
Casting stones from their own piles
They said you were the cream of liars
But you can make me smile
Every day I’m getting older
I refuse to play the games for two
I’m used to looking over my shoulder
But now I look at you
Now I look at you

The wind blew
In and took whatever it pleased

The houses and cars
The hopes and dreams

The people flocked to corners and
Gas stations and the homes of those unaffected

But the damage was done
And the price was paid

The only thing to do now is wait
Wait and see

For when Mother Nature thinks it's time
Everything must go and even words that make no sense
Must still come together to rhyme