She Laughs

She laughs That slow Yet frenzied Laugh   Of vivid Proportions, Flooded though Empty— Sad,   But only I Can distinguish The tiny Dwindle Between raspy & Confined,   High yet Low, a curve— I see it in the air Above, and down The tip nicking The ceiling   As our limbs Entangle— She laughs That low, Tinted laugh,   A prelude That drifts across The pillowcase, Split with The emotion   Of the last night— We laugh, gently Drawing maps On each other’s Backs, we   Know every Spot, every scar We laugh— But it’s narrow, The pitch navigates … Jatka artikkeliin She Laughs