3 Poems- Part 2.

When I open up the door to you,
I enter into warmth
and light
And close the door to the outside.

We can exist in a bubble of our own creation.
Yet, we forget, that bubbles burst.
The bubble gets too far from its launching point,
Succumbing to elements.

So we return nightly to our homes found in each other’s arms.
Crafted so carefully to be welcoming and protective,
Never allowing it to turn to smothering.

Like a bubble, we could pop or maybe
Go with the wind too far down the rabbit hole.
Instead, we are the rainbow in the bubble,
bending & reshaping.

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