I see you in liquids.
Your eyes are the warmth of custard,
the fizz of lemonade,
the smoothness of your gravy
rolling over the crispiest potatoes.
Your chest is an Olympic swimming pool,
your bones are a holiday waterpark.
Puddles stare at their reflection in you.
I see you in liquids,
fitting inside the most resistant spaces.
© Carl Burkitt 2020
