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 are 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.