Through you, into me

Your hand in my hand,
your heart in my heart,
and though other people
point out your riches,
your looks,
all I can see
is how when you laugh,
you shake as you hold me,
and I can feel
the mirth move through you,
into me.

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About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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