February 18, 2005

Your Laughter

Your laughter
tumbles up
in lusty, gusty bursts,
deep and rumbling, a little hoarse.
It makes me want
to climb into your chest
and find its very source,
that hidden wellspring of your energy
that I imagine
is as warm and golden
as your skin.

Your laughter
is the sound of life,
from the first
surprised, delighted gasp
to the final, satisfied
little moan.

I love your laughter,
when it trickles
into my ears, and bubbles
down to my throat,
making my fingertips glow transparently
with pure joy,
and spills,
all flushed and joyful
from my lips.

Summer 2004.

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