She laughed out loud,
like tiny invisible fingers were working her ribs.
The giggle was infectious,
making me smile
and then guffaw right along with her.

Our humor lost on the strangers on the street,
their funnybones buried deep within.

I love to laugh like that,
your chest filling with air
and then exploding into sound
until every bit of breath has left you
and you are clutching your stomach
and moaning.

And yet, the laughter continues,
until you calm down
and then
completely by accident
your eyes meet
and you begin
again.