Onades

I would love so much
to be able to look at your body
torn, naked, and shiny,
in the waters of the pond...

I would love so much
to caress your hair
and dry this skin
with my so dry lips...

I envy every splash
that you have silvered.
Jealous I am of the sun
if it has dazzled you.

How spring-like are
the waves that you create,
and I, the thirsty tree
waiting by the shore.