Laughing

Tickle me 
with good
make me
peel laughter
‘til I
can’t breathe
and then
kiss me
breathe into
me breathlessly
the soul
you stole
from me
running away
like glee

Ceremony

Pasture I have 
found stream there
look a valley
a mountainside vestibule
adorned with flowers
maybe a wedding
or even christening
some ceremony or
celebration of sorts
life I suppose
beginning or end
begging me to
stay but I
dare not for
this is not
my time but
someone else’s mine
is to come