Joy touched down one evening,
unmade plans and unsure thoughts
bright smiles in blue
Each smile in a champagne bubble
floating to the top of a glass
bursting with glow
A reunion based in another time
the grooves had been pressed in before,
the beats already known
The Pacific air cut through those souls
dancing in each other’s shadows
drinking them in
Love in a vacuum still acts the same
heat under hearts and blankets
follow the tempo
What could have been, was,
no weight of expectation
a perfect vacuum
Songs hoisted out of lungs
to serenade one another all contained
ideal melodies
Songs and sunlight and melancholic operas
being savored by two explorers in a
tiny bed
These pure champagne-tinged moments
burst quickly, memories quaking with
pleasure and pain
Once the bottles were empty and
bubbles were gone,
the songs paused
The vacuum opened to a larger one
explorers parted ways to make new tales
for each other
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