thank you thank you
i live the way i want to, not the way they say to
thank you thank you
you look at me just the way you want to, not the way you’re used to
merci merci
my love is in the drop of a glass, sliding down the inside and falling onto your back
there isn’t anything quite like us
you can’t find us anywhere except right here
i thank you for your being, planted roots in my eyes and falling leaves over my pillow when i think of the way you ground me
it’s a way i see
not how you see
this week, this month…may brings the world to me, i bring myself to the world
in my own world i see the words
in your own world you gaze upon the reflection of me
how can it ever be that i’m so unknown in my smile yet so
utterly
content with wherever i sit
carry me home, take me to where you sit and dream
i am light, air, breeze, sunshine
i will give and i will receive – your reasons i keep unveiling (quietly)
each day i think – you’re home.
and i think of tales yet to be told.
thank you thank you.
mi amore.

This is so lovely. Merci.
“utterly
content with wherever i sit” … what a beautiful sentiment! Lovely … as always!
You have taken us to the heights with this one, Mademoiselle
Oh this is lovely…fun to see your smiling face…
I love the vitality that shine through out your poem. This is a delightful response to the prompt. Do I say ‘thank you’ or ‘your welcome’ ? for sharing this…….
Merci. Tres bien!
‘utterly content with wherever I sit’. I too find that line endearing.