Captures one of those precious moments in time between two people...

The splash echoed

Through our veins

As the thump

Of droplets

Spattered the worktop.

We watched

In familiar joy

As the bubbles


Before our eyes,

Dancing in the sparkle

Of the dawning-dusk.

Delight, understanding

Coursed as one through

Our souls

As our fists braved

The ever - looming plunge.


And the bubbles rose,

Our joy

Reflected in their ascent,

Striking a chord

For the days to come,

The days where our

Bubbles would

Rise once again.

The End

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