Bubbles, gurgling upon
babe´s rose lip,
Of frothy cascades,
from where we sip,
The airy frissons,
of fizzy light chispas,
Crackling in glass,
crispy soft whispers,
Cracked, snapped, in
ice-capped orbs,
Blown from soapy pipe,
in rainbow daubs,
Hubble-bubble, from
witch’s cauldron,
Stirring trouble, within
ocean´s doldrums,
Gentle, floating, within
champagne´s flute,
Tickling noses, from
birth & wedding suit,
Bubbling, from the
kaftans’ hookah pipe,
And in fermented grape
of the over-ripe,
Bubbles come &
go, just like you & me,
Here today, then gone,
nothing more to see.
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