I watch my friends triumph
Over the muscles of the restless deep.
Though unskilled like them, a hunger
Nudge at my heels, teasing my spirit
From its cautious stance.
Fuelled by teen tongues and faces
Glowing in sinful glee,
I cannot take another boo.
Naked to my testicles,
I dive to prove a pointless point,
Soon gasping for air,
Grasping at illusory saviour arms,
I get slowly pulled through the door
Into the plain of the disembodied.
In the formless muscles of furious waves,
I see a montage of my brief sojourn;
Eleven years and a few days,
Themed by laughter of my mates
A triviality obscene, mean and cruel.
In helpless surrender,
I accept my fate, only to have my chest
Slammed against a palm tree trunk
In deep bath on my path. I hug it
Like a lover,
With much warmth and debt.