naked in front of the moon
naked in front of the mooni took my fishing pole and cast into the ocean blackness
night so dark as i searched for the moon's light
the powerful white crested breakers wet my clothes
as the full moon finally appeared from behind a clouds cover
the beach now shone fluorescent and alone i stood
removing all my wetness clinging to my cool skin
and stood naked before the moon -
for these moment - that was all that mattered
that was all that mattered in the world
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