Florida's Foreverly Shores
With Naked Abandon
When happy escapes
and runs halfway across the beaches,
searching with naked abandon for newly-found joy,
I shed the encumbrance of bikini-clad shadows
and chase long forgotten folly.
Waves of memory knock me down,
ebbing and flowing me with the tides.
I ride - I ride
Crested shorelines, with castles still standing,
call me back to sunburned shores of yesterday's magic
I run barefoot and naked in the moistened sand,
collapsing on beach blankets, indigo passion unraveling.
Grinning up at the September sky,
we both exhale our youth.
*Yeah, I really did !
~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~