Your Laugh

I touched your face
- touched your laugh.
It felt like summer,
hotdogs cooked by campfire
and a sense of wonder
at the night sky.
I touched your face
- touched your laugh.
It felt like innocence,
blowing bubbles in gum
and walking barefoot
in the grass.
I touched your face
- touched your laugh.
It felt invincible,
a spandex-clad hero
in the sky
(or my love for you.)
I touched your face
- touched your laugh
- touched your soul
- touched my life
- touched you.

Copyright © Catherine Young, 2007.