I love the way you laugh.
Like a peal of handbells
With perfect pitch.
Or the sonorous belly laugh of a wind chime.
And when you laugh until you weep,
So that fat tears, good tears,
Drench your cheeks,
And you shake uncontrollably
With the joy of it.
What about when you are faced with the ridiculous?
So that your laughs scatter
Like gunshots of rapid rifle fire?
And those low chuckles that seem to start
Somewhere near your toes?
Your laughter is medicine, a sunburst, a holiday,
Infectious, inclusive, individual,
As are you.
I just love the way you laugh.