cultivate

egg plucked

from warm nest

little bird gone

before drawn breath

I was watching

waiting for you to hatch

incubating, teeming

rounding, firming

delicious

veiled life

as a spider spinning

its silken threads

wrapping me in your presence

eventually consuming all

and for a time

you were utterly mine

breathing love

deep into my veins

nourishing my soul

with your tiny spirit

but eggs get counted

and choices are made

and now only

a ghostly shell exists

filled with your memory

and my longing

(c) Elvira Berezowsky