Look at me, however you wish to look at me,Through binoculars, though just a few yards away.My skirt above the knee, sit there and judge,The hair that fell upon my naked shoulders.
And my footsteps that scatter notes all around,The trees and the leaves turn them into music.My body's scent drifting through the park,I am not afraid of your staring eyes.
Because of love I have grown wings,It feels like my clothes are just feathers.I want to shed them, to climb ever higher,To embrace and to kiss the clouds...
I take off my clothes, to be lighter in flight!
