corroded diving board

Here we are dear soul

standing on the precipice of uncertainty

loading each other with sweet puffy plumes of smoke

blinded to the thing we approach

this subtle shift in forgetting what we’ve tripped and slipped on

becomes a lotus eater's ease

I fear the serenity I sense to be all 1’s and 0’s in overload

I hear the ingrained manner

speech weighted with expectation

echoes of detrimental ideals

linger in your quips

loom out of your ever unaware bombardment

Both slicked with immediate experience of Being too soon

to figure what that actually should consist of for each alone

I can still feel the oil from your cheek

coating my dehydrated lips

thick and palliative

initially it jarred

I was in the superficial

when that curdled up

Days past now

and I settle in thoughts of instigating a retreat from the plank

to grab your hand and calmly turn from the immediacy

Yes, the ease of your temperament

gentle touch and

soft spoken words

All salves to my sore and inhibited heart

Yet, there are ways to figure into the useful

Jumping is not one