Show me

Walking with you and him
in the enchanted garden, the wind
blew your hair through our guessing silence
and the sunflowers turned their faces
skywards as if to ask for forgiveness.
When he sat down, unexpectedly
and talked to us about loss and gain,
his words a net to catch us out, to bring on
a confession, admit a betrayal, ask
for penitence. “Show me” he said, what it is
that’s called lesbian love. Can I watch you both kissing?
And you consented. Not this poem nor my shyness
can express how sweet your tongue felt in my mouth.