Her Laugh
Her laugh
was the smell
of newly washed linens;
fresh cut grass
child smiles
gypsy dances
the green spot at sunset
how Niagara Falls sounds
when you get close on the bus
crunchy snow
good molasses pouring
a special touch
from one you love
joy ringing in certain church songs
happy eyes from babies,
giggles too,
the sigh, that special sigh
after love-making
an unexpected compliment
that makes you glow
quiet nights
really really good chocolate
music in your bedroom late at night
A look from someone you want that look from.
But most of all
she laughs
like she
likes you
and she does.
Like that.
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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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