Cattail caress my clavicle as I backstroke.
I close my eyes and feel the lilies brush my bottom,
Feeling for the center where the water is cool.
I feel the contractions,
Fickle as the fish below my waist,
Quicken like the cicadas in the dusk.
My feet dare to reach for the sludge
And find none.
I am a wave in once-still water,
Cramping and curling into myself.
I fight my own weight to stay afloat,
Much heavier than just months before,
Oblivious to the shore.
I call out, but we are here alone,
She in her fluid and me in mine.
I cry and choke, swallowing the reflected stars.
My wretched limbs give up on both of us
As the lilies mock my undress.