the PLunge

... So this is how it is?

The diver
              plunges
the rush of blood and water
Of flutterings
Heart warm beside his cold

Clarity -- pressing at all sides
Clarity fogging up vision
losing sense in overwhelming numb Depth
bathe, drench, flush, soak, and swallow
                                                            -  consume.

'Loving' it~
not driven to air by need,
but by the gravity of soft normality.
{Inevitability, save drowning.}

*GASP*
Air!
Gasp indeed, almost forgotten
Suddenly remembered and oddly chilling

Adversity sears the skin
    in subconscious battle/evaporation/turmoil

Droplets placate two passionate fighters
so [ Alienated ]
              to each other in the mix.
Denying dissipation
Grudgingly handing over information
Of what the other is like


I choke / in the tension
… of the clear clinging hands
… the taut-ness of my unfamiliar face
                    -and-
… of my muscles, loosely confused like eyes

Rush! Rush! rush! rush!rush!!

OUT of it now
On hardest white marble: objectivity
s-T-a-b-L-E
The clouds comfort by their nature
Their serene existence’s bond of hope..

But she is,, still uncertain
Realizing the deceptive clarity
and how the sky will never know it…
The droplets remind her still.

. . .

but they fade
          (like all things?)
No. She will not betray him to a cliché.
In the magic eight narrow of the hourglass in her mind
  she peers through distorted crystal
and watches the diamond-grain
                                              slip

                                                    down
                                                            …

So this is how it is.