Do You Remember When...
Dedicated to Amber who wasn't Amber.
Do you remember when the most exciting place was the bench
In the park? And our fantasy clinch; a kiss in the dark?
When we stirred at the stench of CK1 -
Blouse buttons undone for a rash remark?
The kohl eyeliner, and transfer tattoos
On our breasts, glitter too - down low-cut vests?
Bra straps on show: neon Day-Glo, sucking
Chupa Chups; looking at “lads'” hairless chests?
Remember the plastic pacifiers
Round our necks - for simulating oral sex -
Fake-fruit coloured, like condom wrappers?
Slick gangster rappers with glossy, gold pecs?
Glow-in-the-dark stars on our bedroom walls
Shone like snot, Baoding balls and Celtic knots?
Our incense sticks, their plumes of potent scent?
Hours… solemnly spent with toothpaste-coated spots?
When a broken heart meant holding one half
Of a Forever Friends chain, gorging on
Galaxy whilst weeping at Purple Rain?
Composing poems about pain, on puce,
Perfumed paper, to a teenage Don Juan?
We moved on.
Our freckles have gone,
But our friendship stayed the same.