Eyes shining
glittering
brimming over
un-shed tears
of mirth
Your shoulders shaking
breath catching
jaws and ribs
aching from the onslaught
I puff up
come over
all indignant
offended
self-righteously put out
but the truth
The truth is
this is where
the limits falter
wither
and die
Because it is entirely possible
that no limits exist
in the lengths to which
I will dance
play the fool
submit to
embarrassments beyond measure
Just to see
to catch your frivolity
your exuberance
on each inhalation
to tremble with your delight
to see the sparkle
in your eyes
and to know
it belongs also to me
What would I do?
Anything
Everything
Originally posted elsewhere, Dec 16, 2013