You beg me

You have loved what is cold
It is evident in your freezing eyes,
unable to cry
how awful that must be

A soul which cannot dance
Even though there is music everywhere
you are kept still, knowing the beat
and having legs to tend to it

What a sadness.
A great river of ice, your being
But you tell me not to cry on your behalf
but to laugh. laugh a lot. laugh wildly.
laugh with my eyes.
Because you say that it is in my laughter
that something breaks and melts within you

your one little toe begins to wiggle to a song
no one else hears.
"Please, love. . ." (you beg me to give you this gift)

And I, without hesitation look up at you
and fill myself up with a thousand firey giggles.

We are both glorious in this moment.