A minute to
breathe,
the hot air
of laughter
swirling
around my head,
pleasing my
lungs in
chuckles, guffaws,
and
giggles.
A bellowing
howl,
a peel of
thunderous
laughter, echoing
through the
night
as we revel
in each other’s
mirth.
The best
medicine,
laughing tears
streaming over
apple cheeks,
braying and
clasping
hands over our mouths
as to slow
the escape of announced
joys.
The silly sounds
of hilarity,
bouncing off
the walls,
louder and
louder we laugh,
each of us
nearly deafened from
the squeals
of unbridled and
spontaneous eruptions
of amusement.
Each next
breath, mixed with a smile,
mixed again
with a new hilarious
embarrassing
story, the next anecdote,
to be
followed again with belly bouncing
cackles and
musical chortles. A group of
non-stop
cries of delight and joyful noises.
It is hysterical
nonsense,
played up to
its finest levels,
unrepentant
and unequivocal;
satire,
joshing, tangents of pure
lunacy, performed
for one another
to illicit
even larger bursts of laughter.
The best air
to breathe.
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