My yellow leather handled sandals
are meant for nobody but the ocean
because i hate swimming feeling rocks underneath but I love the waves you bring fourth
my body to shore
to feel the little things that make me love it here
it’s the grains of the sand creasing softly the calluses of my feet
no yellow leather handled sandals could get in my way when in the finally out of your body
like how no face mask could get in the way from that Arizona on ice that’s getting diluted by the heat
no straw strewn sunhat could stop the winds from exposing my receding hairline
like how no piece of clothing could contain my ever slightly wanting to feel freer than i already feel
when i’m sunbathing on the shore
under a parasol
under the same wild sun
reading a book
bulged out
from everyone in their swimsuits
because i’d love to one day be as free—
i’m no nudest but i’d like to one day by naked by the sea
swaying body
fat linings
hair frizzed
surfer kiss
sex on the beach
godfelt
music to watch my life to
watercolors into the ocean
heaven
real with you