We are nestled in bed
together, propped up on pillows,
a nest to hold our love.
You sink into my unfurling chest,
ripple with my breath,
fragile and strong and feather-soft.
If only we could forever float
in this sacred space
where sea meets sky.
I was told to sleep while I can
but how can I, when I can tuck myself
into your warmth, gaze at your shape,
drink you in as time bends,
stretches like honey, this moment
already a memory melting away.
You’ll never be one week old again
and so, I hold on tight.