Over the dark-green lake
the big, rippling lake
through silvery weeping willow leaves
She basks
in her own glory, mirrored on the bottle glass
smiling at her watery self
her cold nakedness reflected
in soft motions
psychedelic but clear, a kaleidoscope of moonshine
seductive
I want to drown in it,
I wish I could drown in you, la lune
my love, my life, my night, my-

moon.