I once fell asleep on a nudist beach in the South of France
It was the most luxurious sleep that I have ever enjoyed
I say I slept but I was aware of the sounds of the waves
And the idle chatter of other people on the beach
When I awoke I was surprised to find myself naked
Without even a cool white sheet to cover me
I watched Lenny who had turned yellow and blue
Under the massive parasol that we had hired
He was idly reading Nice-Matin whilst quietly admiring
The beautiful women who were populating the beach
I felt so free and totally at peace with the warm soft sand
I was even at peace with myself which was something rare
I still sleep on beaches as it is an experience that I cherish
We now live by the sea and on certain days
I trot down to the beach to find a suitable spot
And then after curling tightly up
I begin my silk silent journey