how simple it really is

how could a weekend be more perfect
than that when the skies and nature know to share
bare
to dare
oneself fully expose and share
a sort of exhibitionist flare.

the tingle of of sweat beginning to glisten
the rays of the heat bright and blinding yet welcoming
expanding
compounding
the pleasure astounding
much more of self to reveal, amounting.

perfection...it sometime be something as simple as knowing to just...be.

RB.