She could hear him near
Drifting gently, splashing
Happily singing to himself
Relaxed, so did not disturb
But thanked gods gratefully
Her soul full of love for him
As worry resolved into tears
She had not known she held
While praying for his safety
With his emergence, exhaled
Feeling triumph elevated by his
Rapture’s infectious catapulting
Her heart lept from own demise
Longing to kiss and just hold him
—
(Reference to Sleep Token’s song, “infinite Baths”)
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