Still Will

Still I wonder
What is it that holds us together?
Our moments or our days
Our words or our nights
Our work or our play?

Still I wonder
Will you still hold me tight
When in our wakeful nights our arms
Holds babies instead of sweat and skin
And nightcaps are bottles and chamomile
Instead of juice and gin?

Still I wonder
Will you love me when our nights
Have shuffled off to bed,
Along with Afternoon Delight
(Which is now a nap, instead)?

Still I wonder
Love or lust or work or will:
What it is that will survive the years?
Our moments or our days
Our days or our nights?