There’s this warmth that starts in my chest when I hear him happy.

It starts up, like a fire, and I feel the urge to blush, and try to contain

the feeling that wants to burst out, full-throated, throwing my head back

and joining him in howls and gales, racuous and uncaring

as we both lose ourselves in hilarity. One starts up another,

and looking at each other is a mistake, until tears roll

and our faces ache from smiling.