Memory of Morning White

Your laugh makes me laugh
as it ripples, the sound a deep well
that echoes through me
wishes felicitious
from your lip-smile.

The whiteness of ecstasy,
The eye-glad smell of toes and shoulders;
The embodying jolt of human experience.

Yet most present to me is your tone
as it touches souls up and down,
a resonate sunbeam
pushing off wet tiles
with warm, light moving sound.