The shape of your laughter
is a temple,
simple, holy,
submerged
in the morning tide.
It is a tree,
whose every leaf
is a giggle,
a prayer,
a thank you.
It is a wave,
carrying us
to the edge of reason.
A pile of stones,
with no awareness
of gravity.
The shape of your laughter
is the universe
and everything in it.
It is your embarrassed throat clearing
when you remember
that it is you
who is steering the planets.