So tall and lean I saw him on the beach
The kissing of the sun on chestnut skin
His gill like ribs they rippled as he reached
To dust the sand that fell from bearded chin
His head over his heels as down the shore
The happy man went tumbling into sea
His laughter heard above the ocean roar
Immersed in waves he looked completely free
To see a man of maybe thirty five
So lost in captivation like a boy
His energy so beautifully alive
The ocean has released his inner joy
So wonderful he is and unaware
That few can ever feel so free of care


Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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