Hold On

Hold On

Eve Croskery

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.


Eve Croskery