I have become your springboard   your diving board

the woman you climb   the woman you mount repeatedly
and from that great height you watch the movement of water
searching for a glimpse of red hair

there is always something about a red-haired woman
and there you go   leaving in a movement approaching
full-throated swan-dive   landing in back-smashing downfall
surfacing to swim away   half drowning

after that always elusive red hair