On the Edge of the Diving Board

Pristine blue�
Tempting to the sight.
Inviting tranquility
Of a forbidden luxury.
Burning desire
For this rippled splendor,
Sheltered virginity
Crossing with wearied skin:
Anxiety is repressed.
Cold eyes burn their flames,
A fiendish crew
Hold fate in purgatory;
"Let her fall?"
"Do we catch her?"
Teetering on the edge.
"Didn't mean to put you there,"
Shadows from a distance call.
One bellows, one cackles;
Trapped by consciousness.
Inching from the brink of destruction.
Quaking, trembling,
Is it she or the board?
"Time to go my friend,"
A demonic voice wails.
A graceful leap
And the pristine is no more.
Woeful cries abound.
Catch the sympathetic buoy
To keep from drowning;
Get out.