Adoration

There is something beautiful in the way

that you squeeze your honey-brown eyes shut

and grin big enough to show your gums

before you lean forward and throw your head back

and cackle loud enough to wake the neighbors

Sometimes instead of laughing with you

I just watch with a dopey smile

as your body wracks and your shoulders shake

and I can feel my gray-blue eyes soften

into something I've rarely experienced:

adoration