I want to have a really good laugh;
not a polite
chuckle
or an effortless
snigger,
not a tight-cheeked
surface smile
that makes my face
ache
but bypasses
the best
of my body.

I want a deep, fat, uncontrollable laugh
that shakes my belly and sows tears
on my cheeks; that erupts and cascades
all over the conversation; that I surf as it surges
but end up submerged; that rumbles deliciously
like thunder in summer; that tricks me
into thinking it’s tamed, but that fractures afresh
when my eye catches yours; that’s raucous and rude
and defiantly unrepentant; that leaves me gasping
for breath but still wanting more; that goes underground
for hours at a time, then surfaces in dreams
in the dark of the night; that leaves me weak,
exhausted and satisfied.

posted by jenny on the gracelentblog yesterday.

i’ll try and stop mentioning the grace lent blog every day but this is so brilliant i couldn’t help myself…