The Nudist Beach

Beth met James on the nudist beach, Splashing and crashing around. He had revived her with mouth to mouth, After she’d nearly drowned. And Bruce met Frank on the nudist beach, Sunbaking on the sand. They’d rubbed lotion all over one another, As they both had slowly tanned. Then Shelly met Coral on the nudist beach, They both played in the water. Shell was there as a friend of Bruce, And Coral was James’ daughter. All seemed fun on the nudist beach, From a distance they all got along. The invisible was the anxiety, The things that were really wrong. Beth thought she was defined by her weight, And James thought he was too thin. And Bruce had only just come out to Shell, And Frank had just buried his twin. And Shelly’d just left an abusive relationship, With a woman who was emotionally screwed. And Coral detested the scars on her body, Compensating by overeating her food. But on the beach no one judged, No one shamed or embarrassed or humiliated. They all respected, appreciating their company, A natural life they’d wholeheartedly celebrated. They had all met on a nudist beach, It was a place of honest and free and of pure. They could each be their instinctive self, The nudist beach was their natural cure.