(Expletive)
If I were just that rabbit

For just one day
There I’d lay
Tucked against her gentle chest
Cradled close in perfect rest
Her breath, a hymn
Her body warm, a sacred limb
And I
A quiet witness to her grace
Would live and die in that embrace

Strussel, you blessed and furry thing
How did you become her chosen king?
Her fingers find you, soft and sweet
You live where I would cease to speak

Her hips ignite what thought suppresses
She moves and bends, and time confesses
I look at her and feed the flame
My hunger doesn’t blush with shame
She isn’t anyone’s possession
She’s a storm, a truth, a resurrection

The only one who holds my vice
With every glance, she melts the ice
She’s fire, fierce, and unrelenting
And I
I ache without repenting

So if I were that rabbit
Even for a blink, a breath, a blink
I’d live a lifetime in her touch
And die
Content
For having loved that much