The Water Cycle

We frequent the space that lies between us

like salt collecting on a shore 

Always giving into itself 

To cycle like water or the synodic month 

In this space, I am content 

Squeezing my legs together to remind myself that my ovaries are still there

That the people on TV are still not eating 

That I am getting older and angrier and the days, longer 

The summer is a beast and I love you like the sun 

Coming back to you each day like the night

I lap your sweat up, in the heat 

I dream her up

Mourning the loss of someone who never existed

I dream she has my thighs but prefers to hide behind yours 

And when I reach out for you both 

You are a fever 

And I miss her. Like a marathon 

In another dream with a another me 

I am just running 

And when I wake up 

And the moon is just another phase

I am still running