To Be as One
He plunges in again, again, again.
He plunges deep and long, a stretching time,
Then pulls himself out, ready for the pain
That isn’t pain, involving thrust and climb
Towards the best. Withdrawing is a part
Of it, but not the beauty. It is made
Of launches wetly, waking up the heart
That wants the winning and the winner’s blade
To be as one. We want the climax deep
Inside. We want the consummation, plunged
As from a god-like height, a flexing steep
As if a falling angel, flaming, lunged.
..The panting turquoise waters split, unfold
….As Daley parts our hunger for sleek gold.
