The Taste of Laughter
Laughter drips from our mouths,
like honey, sweetening
the room
The sporadic rise and fall of my chest
mimics our buzzing as it bounces
from wall to wall to
our ears which tingle as
each high pitched sound wave
shoots inside them,
For a brief moment our breathless
shrieks turn into giggles
but one look into each other’s
watery eyes rekindles the attack,
and giggles swell into cackles
which grow into the belly-aching-
rolling-on-the-floor-I-can’t-breathe
kind of laughter, a laughter
I can’t pull away from
We’re cracking up,
tears of joy mix
with the syrupy sweetness,
a savory delight that trickles
past the crinkles framing your
scrunched up eyes and
nose, mine lets out an
accidental snort, taking me
by surprise, and I stop,
only to laugh harder,
my heart fluttering like wings
If someone peeks through
our open window, they will see
two bees drunk on their own nectar,
laughing for a reason long forgotten
After reaching the stage
of laughing at our own laughter,
the giggles come slower
and are replaced by sighs
of contentment as the sweet air
fills our tired lungs,
and we just sit there in silence,
basking in this serendipitous
moment, and forget
Forget tomorrow's homework
we haven't started,
forget your mom keeps
asking for money,
forget reality’s sting
And even though
all that remains of the laughter
are the echoes in my head,
the sticky taste lingers on my lips,
and oh,
how it is sweet