The following is an extract from the poem “Growing Up” by Dave Young
“My first kiss was a wet alien experience,
her skin was a luxurious as double cream,
she was the cat
and she licked me,
licked me into shape,
licked me clean.
She ripped at my hair,
kissed me full on the mouth,
again and again.
My eyebrows raised,
my eyes nipped.
My lips were blood filled and swollen.
My mouth filled the softness of her tongue
and my heart – my heart, once a dark cave –