I lie there, back on stones, shoulders on stones, bones on stones
I feel the cold water stroke my skin from toe to head
I become it, it becomes me, we become touch and sound
My breath is the sea, swelling, retreating
My body is the stones, each moving against another
My breath is the water, its softness to my skin
My body is the stones, sinking down, resting, supported
My breath is the water, filling up, emptying
My body is the stones, dancing, singing
My mouth is lined with cliffs, the singing resonates
The water soothes the stones, buries the stones, reveals the stones
The water plays the stones
The water entwines itself with the stones
Their music soars.