I am running and then the world falls away.

I break to droplets, and there you are. Your embrace is enveloping and soothing. You and I exchange ourselves. My fall within you is perfection. When I hit the surface, my droplets bounce back up; eager for more of your embrace. You welcome me again, in joy. I fall back exhausted. Misty.

You also, offer yourself; and follow as bubble into my tenacious grasp.

Bubble and mist, places where we a fully sympathetic.

When you are accommodating, my torrent down offers you to gently rise. My torrent and your cyclic uplift are a place where we can image this joy as eternal.