Thursday, 8 October 2009

Press Your Laughter Up Against Mine

When you couldn’t pout your lips because of involuntary laughter,
I was not offended by the denial of a kiss,
I was satisfied by the carnal expression of your joy.

- A short poem about laughter. I don't write a lot of humour, and so people often find me very grave, but I love laughter. I have a friend who is a comedienne, and I adore her absolute dedication to making people laugh.

©2009 Daniel J. Fiasco