Lake Diving

You sink like sun into the late June blue
From a cracked stone cliff edge high above it,
But the deep has swallowed you in its hue
And I await you at the water’s split.
I can see it loom—your fresh peachy wet
Skin sick with light, bright as a star’s bones—
Swimming up to bloom into air like sweat,
To reach my ankles, my warm human tones.
Your face rises in bubbles from my feet,
Ripening slowly, becoming clearer and clearer
I draw you up, and in the surface heat
We are lovesick buoys, never nearer.
     Thus for each time we’re divided in half,
     We are made whole again on love’s behalf.

— 2012