Bowling Ball Beach

My mind is a curious wonder, is yours?
No two are alike
naked as our bodies in the moonlight
against wet rocks crawling with desire and creatures of the night.
A bridge is built from makeshift driftwood
toes grip tightly until the soft sand
relaxes your skin
your senses
your former self.
Hidden stones under the skirt of the ocean
slowly are revealed with time
and patience.
I read the story of a madman
a murderer
a lost soul.
I find it strangely comforting out here
in the vast and open allure
of Nature.
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Wench, bring my ale, what say you?