Dark and Heaven

You laugh with a snort,
Like you’ve been holding it in your whole life, finally finding an opportunity to let it out.
It sounds like the engine of a Peugeot that hasn’t been revved in the past year.
It’s loud yet inaudible, crazy, but beautiful.
A lot like you, and I hope like me too:
Imperfect and rough around the edges, yet pleasant and addictive.
Encased by coarse bark, housing the most amazing sap,
Like pineapple skin, like angel wings.
It has been a while since I mustered the words or act to make you cheer in laughter and see your lips askew.
These days, time moves in a vacuum, and I can never really say for sure when is what.
My memory is hazy, and my thoughts often get lost,
But everything becomes lucid when I think of you.