Dive

Breathing, we meet, there in the middle,

Looking upon the width of it

It is blue, deep dusk  

It's wide mouth hissing intangible dares. 

Turning toward and from us,

Voices tell us to cross and cross our 

Legs 

To think

It is perhaps clearer to see 

if you would move an inch 

The roll of film turns, continuous, 

All the while capturing us 

we do not move, still pieces, 

bodies like sand statues

Carved At the end

As at the beginning. 

Pale placid sky's

skip open to me

While we stare

Like Scissors revealing 

A horizon in the form of

 a future child, a girl, I see

Blonde and dainty, 

Skipping toward 

From the purple sea. 

And you 

You are always before 

What I am behind

I find My body twists

Into a ball 

I aim to lean 

Like a snake 

I could strangle you, 

hold you,

 You simply sternly gaze forward 

And withdrawn, acidly I do to

And I see it 

Your finger points to 

echoes of north... 

The summer.

I Dive.