Humor is a strained silence filled with bodies shaking of laughter.
Feels like a sharp slap on the knee, the punch line hitting it’s mark.
Tastes like a pomegranate, juice exploding out of nothingness.
Looks like flames leaping into the hearth, warming our hearts.
Humor smells like an intoxicating perfume, dizziness infecting our consciousness.
Gloria – love the pomegranate line!