Girls of Summer

As summer fades into fall, I must say goodbye to the girls of summer. The girls who wear short skirts, who wear bikini tops around campus.

The girls who hide, barely, the best and most interesting attributes of their pornographic bodies under sheer and mere layers of cloth.

The fantasy of tan lines is that it makes visible and literal how close a bikini really is to the parts where sexiness turns to sex. The simple triangle of cloth that hides the glories of the ages.

The obsession with how little there is and how easy it is to pull it aside. That so little can hide so much. The thatch of pubic hair barely contained behind a strip of cloth.

Here's to the warm weather and the natural inclination of women to strip down as much as is socially acceptable, thinking they're relatively safe from the male gaze. That we don't imagine the dark wet hairy mysteries beyond the nylon.

That they don't know themselves their pussy and tits are as close as they are willing to make them.