Laughter
Laughter is the silk that touches hands woven with the flair of fairy wings caressed by cartographers with no plans to map the throat before we start to sing Falling on each other like the rain splashing in the gratefulness of glee winding in our rivers and our flames shooting up like branches on a tree Graceful buds blooming in the sun flowers with colors bright and gay shaking with our spines until we're done and we begin dreaming again