Considering a Quick dip in the love pool,

not enough to get my feet wet.

But the intention to test the water with a toe

somehow turns out to be

a jackknife off the highest board.

Mid-flight panic, the angle seems all wrong

and soon to shatter on the

surface of a scalding cauldron.

Concentrate, pressing fingertips to temples,

maybe repeal the laws of love and gravity.

Relax --

Use the force of emotion that pulls you down.

Exult in the perfect arc of freefall.

The state of grace is entered as

the body cuts the surface with a perfect "thwip!".