Sea Man

Blue sky, blue sea. Wet breezes
On a white beach, on waves,
And sailing across the flash of blue-green curl.
A tan man rides a silver board,
Rocking forward, upright, crouching, sideways,
Rocking back again upright,
With lean torso, shining limbs,
Fine proportions,
Graceful moves, and elegant balance.
Like seabirds riding an ever changing wind,
The play of muscles lift or slant,
Through wind, sea, body, and board.
Like suns or planets, lovers orbiting slowly,
Or clouds riding updrafts across a jagged sea.
As the globe spins, waves rush in.
Someplace every hour on the
Ocean's endless power, male beauty is dancing.