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.