What is a truthful lie?

Below the jagged edges of a narrow cliff face, 
My feet lifted, touched the air and left the ledge
I decided in a rush 
To let go of myself in the sweet escape of night
I jumped with no wings or fear
The awaiting solicit solid icy glare, 
But the dive was much alive
Head first, the locomotive force thirst
Pulling fast towards the surface that mirrors the gods
I sliced through those clouds in a vicious epic fall
The sky had kissed, the vision had cleared, 

Then I saw her 
A new energy, I saw her eyes widen in anticipation 
Ever eager, she was just beneath the surface,
Scratching 
I had jumped from a cliff face 
So gone, so cold, until I felt my face above the lake 
Melting away, my useless toil, a good life’s work 
Do you recall? 
What is a truthful lie?

The fall is pregnant, and all those regrets of wasted millennials 
Were crushed inside clenched fists and salty tears
But in that fall I was numbed 
From the realisation that I was coming,
The leaves had wrinkled and fallen 
Moulting and evolving, I was also becoming
And in the split of a second of a moments fraction,
There is the liberation from this rebellion
Fruits of the labour in the last contraction
It is the end of a tall fall (do you recall?)

Too soon
I cupped her face violently in a blur and a crash
Too soon
I devoured her with the rawness of my lips,
I had kissed the lips that peaked on the surface to greet me
I had reached out to grab her face from the surface tenderly 
I had her greedily, 
Reached deep, deep, deep, I was in love with her madly 

And in the calming, there is a realisation that comes from the knowing
That after the crash the swim is always filled with affection
So I lost myself inside myself 
I inhaled a breath of elation, expelled appreciation, 
No longer in discretion
No, it was not enough
I had to drown in to find the much-awaited perfection