you stand at the mirror

in the picture I have of you

it's fogged but for one clear streak from your long strong fingers

I’m perched tubside, out of frame

watching you lather your badger brush

I want you to put your hand on my cheek

tip my chin back

and scrape the steel across my skin

the white foam falls into the sink

still white

I want you to render me gentle and smooth

my reflection soft with steam and you’re soft too

I want you to find my eyes

In every morning mirror

hinoki.  guaiacwood.  vetiver.  porcini.  
oakmoss.  benzoin.

80 / 15ml