On One Side

I am dropping the brown worn-down leather
Wallet into the water
Along with these balding maroon socks and
Whimpering gold chain watch.
Like fireworks submissive to the black canvas,
The burning buds are disappearing into my pupils
Staring back at its original between the ripples.

‘Go or stay,’ a faint voice calls from beneath my sole
Like bow seducing a string of a cello
In the background shadowed by the
Light on the violins.
A faint touch on my left collar bone kindles
My half willing, ever so denying whole.
Peeling the shine and the dust away, my
Toes brushed the silhouette and
Continued to dive.