My girlfriend erupts on the bed

without warning,

spewing joy throughout the room,

the heat of her laughter

enveloping everything.

I am lucky.

On a good day,

I get to experience this

at least once or twice,

the surprised reaction of her body

to some unexpected delight,

uncontrolled

and rippling in waves.

The cause of this event

is rarely as entertaining to me

as the event itself,

watching her spasm

with euphoria

as she makes music.

Few people get to hear the full symphony

of her laugh

on a regular basis.

But I get to bathe in it often.

They say to partner with someone who makes you laugh.

What they forget is you must also find someone

with laughter worth loving.