J. Michael Ward

PHP Developer, Board Game Aficianado, and Donut Snob

Ticklish

Pure, unadulterated joy
Holding you within fuzzy-sweatered arms
smelling of flowers, perfume, and gin
You run like a spastic child in a field of lilacs

Spring winks and cynics crumble
Shooting beams of light in all directions
Your pores gleam like LEDs
Your flesh cracks
And your body explodes in waves of phosphorescence

You laugh,
and I crack a crooked smile

You laugh,
and I am radiant

You laugh,
and I laugh.

Until the stars swallow us whole.