Short Skirt Summer

I do not possess a summer body.

A thin lovely body that basks in heat.

I have always covered up my body.

But, that summer had been enough for me.

So, there they were, my naked knees, all bare.

Thick thighs rubbing together, chafed and sore.

I had been told that this, I could not wear.

Never had I worn a short skirt before.

Humid and hot, that night in mid-July.

Slipping through those slick, narrow, Roman streets.

Sweat dripping down the temples, and my thighs.

Brave and bella; why had no one told me?

In Italy, I was Venus reborn.

It’s short skirt summer, my new uniform.