I have found your waterfall
the deep crevice where mossed rock
gives up to scorching air
and time rolls off the edge
with dizzying fervor.

my eyes bathe coolly
in the languid rhythm of your ripples
the humid tropics of your crash.
your blue is turbulent,
your descent suspended
in a weightless rushing of atonement.

the foundation of my dive slick
with your kisses –
bubbling around my feet as if I were
some clamoring crab
thrown live into the ready pot
dancing buoyantly
then settling into the lazy roll of my boil.

throwing myself prone into blowing mist
I fall endlessly
my source replenished with each leap.
I feel you in my ears and hair
toying with gravity
supporting me as I fall
covering me in white diamond dew
your grace broken every second by
the roar of your demise
calling to me with a thousand tongues
to drift with your corpse downstream
floating on the memory of our embrace.

in muted thunder I am cast
into your blue-green underworld
held still in an inverted sunrise
of swaying light and bubbles.
my heart gasping I reach and kick –
your orb of broken silence
above me beckoning
keeping me at bay with the force of your tumult.

on the wings of waves I heave
and sputter
watching my own involuntary retreat
helpless against the remnants of your passion.