On 17th, in August

I’m not a nudist but I’ve been around
some clothing-optional environments:
hot tubs, exotic beaches, places found
in wilderness or travel. No offense
was ever offered and I try to ground
my vision, but to me it makes no sense
to bare the skin to San Francisco cold –
in 63 degrees, this body’s bold.

(Ottava Rima)

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