Lake

The bag of stones was untied by a hand from my foot, it went down and was lost lost in the livid depths of the lake. Now on the water I lay on my back. I am lying: the endless sky with its birds caresses my eyes. The blue air kisses my throat. The soft wave has loosened my hair and dances with my free, loose tresses. The bag of "absolute" stones was untied my love! by your hand and was lost. On the water of our lake I lay down: undulating and naked...