Nineties

The slow fade in
"I Wanna Be Adored"
slinking into the room
like an echo of the past
not heard for decades
the cassette copy
in a box from the past
somewhere

Thinking of the days
mildly stoned
in a rare peace
away from the
critical father
sitting with
a pierced girl
- nose and nipples
and ropy dreads

Our youthful skin
nourished in dairy
no urgency
calm in the admiration
of each other
entering her
at the request
of her adventurous lips
taking my time
to be glistened
by her pink command
and the army
of her passionate kisses

It never lasted
for she was on that quest
to explore it all
while I was
simply learning to start.