Skinny Dip

Barrelled with a kinky stag

paralytic - singing in the waves

swelling- pushing the grinding sand

slurrying with memorised days

Squeaking - sensual rocking pier

twitching beach huts - shuffling nets

Tsunami crashing, rushing white water

hen night ridges  and winning bets

Pummied crevices where sand takes root

in every nook and cranny  

The skinny dip - the fat women sing

liquid bodies - uncanny