Of all of my favorite questions
I've come to realize that I love hearing
the answers, more so than the actual questions themselves.
I get further reassurance every time you look at me.
There's never a follow-up question, or a reason
To second guess it.
No insane feeling that accompanies the same
Repeated question over & over.
It's outwardly communicated.
Your body to mine.
A forehead kiss given by the wind,
Just as I am thinking about you.
Sometimes I laugh to myself
Still expecting to receive nothing
But learning to appreciate everything
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem