that laughter

if at all, that that
is all, that all
it is was
a smile, those
lips parted
letting those
deep eyes
draw forth
the depth
of your pleasure
passion abandon,
then let that be
the only thing
the world needs.

if ever
i were to die
with prior knowledge
of my demise,
let the last thing i see
be your sky
smiling, let the last
thing i hear
be your laughter,
for there would be
no better way
to journey into
that great nothing
on the wings of you
and the pleasure
you bring to me.