Awash

Twenty-three point five centimetres away
cubicled, sparkling
you’re my            wet dream
my          shampoo ad

all eyelashes
cheekbones
tendrils
pink lips.

I’m empty
tunnelled, tuned
to only joy —
to this            splendour.

Mouth open, eyes closed
you self-caress
get off           on skin, hair
potions, lotions

copping a feel
of this precious new you
this nymph          unhatched
in glory, near whole.

Published in Sapphic Voyage (Chappelow & Lahiry eds, 2023, Newcastle)