With  so  many  people  in  this
world I'm confident  in saying,
"If  you  connect with  someone
on a soul  level, you don't take
them for granted." My soul remembered
her,  my   heart   connected me  
with  her and she emboldens
my soul to accept the mystery
of her love.

Our  souls  speak a language that
is beyond human understanding,
a connection so rare the universe
won't let us part. You can make
detours with your mind but you
can't distract the truth from your heart.

The  thought  of  never  crossing
your path again is too enormous
to  bare,  so  for  now  I'll  make
dreams in my heart and remind
myself to go and sit and remember
them  every  once  in  awhile,
remembering that the bravest of
souls are those who choose love
over and over.

And kindness is a simple way to
tell another's struggling soul that
there is love to be found in this world.
                                                          ­                                 Jon York   2020

The sound of your voice touches my soul
and  I  am  so  glad  for  that  touch  and
sometimes I  celebrate  the  sound of your
voice  and  at  other times  I  feel  I need to
recover from it.

You  can  speak  a  world  into  existence or
empty life of it its meaning and the unspeakable
is  heard  and  felt when  you  speak.

When  you  speak  the  energy flows and just
the sound of  your voice makes  me  glad  to
be  alive and glad  that  I  am  a  man.

The fascination that is you, the mystery that  is
you I find and know in the sound of your voice
and as  the sound of your voice excites and nurtures,
I warm myself in its sound as it touches my soul.

When we speak our souls resonate and intimacy
occurs and we attend to what we love and that is
each others voice.
                                                                                            Jon York   2020

I want my eyes to
              set the fire to your soul.

                  I want my hands to
                 set  fire  to  your  skin.

                  I want my words to
              set fire to your mind and

                  I want those words to
               free your soul, to release
               your dreams and un cage
                    your imagination.

                   I want to see every
                part of you blushing and
                       burning for me.
                                                                                               Jon York  2020

The Sun and the Moon
are loves who rarely meet, always chase,
     and almost always miss one another,
                    but once in awhile,
        they do catch up  and  they  kiss  
                                and
               the world stares in awe
                      of their eclipse.

                      He was the day,
          she  was  the  night.  He  lived
    for misty mornings, she lived for crazy
        midnight's. He was the Sun, she
  was the Moon, yet both waited impatiently
        for  those  rare  days  they  might
                       exist peacefully.

                    She wants a man who
       understands her eyes. If she gets sad,
            she  points  to  her  chest  and
               says, "here is your home."
                        He understands.

                    But perhaps the very
          fact the Moon could never have
               the Sun was the reason
                      that  she  loved
                               him  so.                          
                                                                                  Jon York   2020

and
    our love existed
           between
           "what if?"
                and
            "if only"
                and
"I'm afraid we'll be one
          of the ones
           who miss
            each other
        their entire life."
                and
   sometimes you have
               to die
       a little bit inside
                before
              you truly
        understand how
               to live.
      I  can  and  I  will
          find someone
            better who
        loves me  as much
           as I deserve
                and
      treats me the way
           I deserve
        to  be  treated.
If it hurts too much to hold on, then it's time to let go. You may have hurt me but you didn't break me. You don't have that much
power over me.
                                                             ­                            Jon York   2020

I am your poet,
          you are my poetry.

         You  are   my
         daydream, I am
         your reason to dream.  

          I am your escape,
         you are my wings.

           I am your refuge,
          you are my storm.

          We are the remedy
           for each  other's
           brokenness, and
          we heal each others's
         wounds.

           Our   togetherness  
           sings  a   beautiful
           melody only known  
           to  us   as   we  bring
           happiness  to each
           other and a promise  
            of a new beginning.

           At our age, we  only
           need to be interested
           in consistency, stability,
           respect and loyalty
           and touching each
           other, holding on to
           each other until it's over.
                                                           ­                                Jon York   2020

She  could fool  everyone.
                           But not her own heart.

                     She lay back in the warm safety
                 of my arms while my hand between
               her  legs helped  her forget  the  world.  

                          Neck  *******,  ­lip  biting,
                   hands  running,  heavy  breathing,
                              ­      lap grinding.  

                    Couldn't even find my own breath.  

                           I  like  my  lovers  selfish -
                   do  you  know how **** it  is  when
                          someone  only  wants   you?  

                      Kissing  and  cuddling  make  her
               feel loved.  Intense,  naughty and rough ***
                                make her feel wanted.  

                   Her hips moved like waves on the ocean
        undulating wildly as I plunged deep into her waters.
                    She  was  sweet,  wet, and  refreshing.

               I gasped for air as I drowned on her high seas.

                   When two souls fall in love they make
            each other feel like home. Together, they become
                 the remedy for each other's brokenness
                    and heal each other's worlds.


                                                       ­                                      Jon York   2020