No piece of clothing could contain my ever slightly wanting to feel freer than I already feel
like how no straw strewn sunhat could stop the winds from exposing my receding hairline when i’m sunbathing
on the shore
under a parasol
under the wild sun
listening to music
bulged out
from everyone in their swimsuits
thongs or speedos
dripping peaches
pecs
breasts
baking brioches
laying on your stomach
sun-kissed-bra-lines
reddened face
shirtless
dissolving in the sun
swaying hips
catching balls over nets
feet sinking in the sand
sex on the beach
running around
nudist in spirit
free at heart
weightless
no fat to stare at
or to cover
I want to feel as free as they do
so I’d slowly start to loosen these pair of
yellow leather handled sandals and start to feel the sand grains creasing the calluses of my two bare feet
short shorts short enough to get my thighs used to the eye-stares that they think anyone cares enough about
and that’ll be as far as I could go from where i’m at right now
and though i’m no nudist but I aspire to one day be naked by the sea
skin to skin with the wind
confident
one with the sun
god by my side
pushing me to feel secure in his body
watching me pose
erotic