The Edge of Seventeen

Wavy, wet chestnut hair

Flowing effortlessly

Over your breasts

My stomach tightening

Yearning and chagrin

Nipples a soft pink

 

I watched as you dressed

Hips wide, womanly

Sliding gently

Into a sunflower yellow dress

Shrugging your freckled shoulders

Into each strap

Pulling out a worn denim vest

From an old wicker hamper

Careless

Beautiful

 

I loved the way you made strong coffee

In the afternoon

Searching your mother's cabinets for a clean mug

Absently watching CNN  

White noise 

As you twist the end of a joint

And moisten your lips

 

It was easy to fall in love with you or

Want to be you

I wasn't quite sure

To smell like patchouli and tobacco

And go braless into the summer night

To sleep with the same boys

And compare and contrast

 

We talked about art, novels

And whether we shaved it all

Or left a little hair

On the edge of seventeen

Ebullient and free  

 

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