Teenage Tiger Stripes Poem by Brendon Ross

Your exhausted summer sun sprawl
those long brown dancer legs
so impossible to ignore
As we lie top to tail
tired from I can't remember what...
probably just from being young and free from care
and I listen to you talk and laugh,
laugh and talk
and I cannot breath...
cannot move...

There, close enough to touch
you before me...
taunt against your mons veneris
thin cotton light orange and black
Tiger stripes...
curls of black poking through

I cannot breath... lost in your perfection
Part of me, still lost in that one long hot afternoon

After all these years, my mouth still dry,
My breath ragged with unsated desire.