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High Dive (Pindaric ode) - WMASG - 12-30-2025
Like the cork of the champagne
Popped and flew into the air
When we together as a pair
Celebrated your win again,
The snapping of the springboard cracked
Open the silence of the crowd,
The intake of breath hissing loud
At the sudden bowed impact
Like the foam of sparkling wine
Under pressure gasped and sprayed,
Bubbling forth in a cascade
That drenched your nudity and mine,
And, cork-like, your strong body soared
And hovered motionless there, held
By our uplifted eyes, propelled
By the recoil of the board.
antistrophe
For endless seconds poised, you stood
Waiting to dive, your tight, black suit
Adhering to the bulging fruit
Of your splendid athlete’s manhood
And your buttocks, firm and slim,
Your powerful and muscled frame
Godlike for worship, with the same
Smooth perfection in every limb.
Then you ran forward, leapt up, sprang,
Rose like an arrow-shot, and curled
Into a compact missile hurled
Spinning when the springboard rang,
Unfolding like a water bird
Gracefully plunging at a school
Of fish, the surface of the pool
Unrippled as you disappeared.
epode
That night on the floor
Of the den where once more
We drank a toast to your success
Before the fire,
Ribald desire
Kindled our naked drunkenness.
The champagne gushed
When my thumbs pushed
Up on the mushroom-headed plug,
Its bulbous cap
Crowning my lap
Where I was kneeling on the rug,
The bottle braced
Where it was placed
For leverage between my thighs.
Legs crossed, you sat
Reflecting that
Bottle with one of lesser size,
Engorged with blood,
Ready to flood
My parched throat with its foaming juice,
And I passed you
The bottle to
Hold while I gulped and you let loose.
Musette
Oh God.
So hard.
So thick.
So tight.
So right.
So slick.
So warm.
A storm.
Delight –
A yard
Of brick
Tonight,
Your rod,
Your prick.