she loved her first as one loves spring—
with hands outstretched, a trembling thing
unbeknownst thorns wrapped in silk,
words that quietly lay upon spilled milk

but lips that praised can also lie,
and hands that lift can twist and pry
then when betrayal's arrival came,
it wore her darling’s face, her name

so when she came to beg, to plead,
with honeyed words and hollow need,
she filled her mouth with lilies white—
their choking scent, her stolen light

she parts the traitor's lips so sweet—
"darling, i will teach you how to eat"

with trembling hands and starved devotion,
only to learn the cruelest motion
to shove the flowers, press them deep,
to call the ache *a thing to keep*

and in the quiet, her gasping air
the smell of promises that once were fair
of the two girls entwined like vines,
one pours lilies, and one declines

in the woods where shadows stay
a wolf awakens, ready to play
her heart, the hunger to eat
not for prey, but for love so sweet

seeking the soft, tender and light
little bunny girls who hop in the night
to have and to hold, to keep near
so beautiful, giving the need to bite

when she howls, their hearts beat fast
not with fear, but with a love that everlasts
catching them gently, a touch so kind
her lips on theirs, ecstasy intertwined

a wolf that does not hunt with her claws or teeth
but with her love buried underneath
devouring their very beings, calm and sweet
at every moment, their souls will meet

fierce wolf, who stalks for the chase
loves each bunny girl she does embrace
in her woods, illuminated by the stars above
she eats them up-but only out of love

in the dark, a cold, still room
a mother sitting beneath the moon
the daughter sleeps, small and sweet
tender hands, body, soul and meat

a mothers love, grows and aches
to bend, break and then will take
doing what must will be done
in her love, they will be forever one

wet eyes, holding her tight
her quiet sobs deep into the night
sharp teeth, piece by piece
not out of hunger, but for peace

to hold her close, forever near
safe from danger, hate and fear
taking her in, a mother's grace
the daughter's essence, love’s embrace

the meadow of blossoms, soft and fair
two bunny girls find warmth to share
soft murmurs flow, a gentle song,
whispered vows, their hearts belong

circles drawn of silken thread
twirling with honey, with desire spread
in every touch, their spirits bloom,
for in the garden of passion, there's endless room

lustful does, ready to explore
with hands entwined, they offer more
a gentle caress, their bodies gleam,
a union of the sweetest dream

their ears flick high, their noses twitch
in each other's gaze, they find their wish
tulips blush and daisies cheer,
romance blooms sweet, nothing to fear

for the land, where wishes are spun
love is a dance, under the sun
and the rabbit girls, in tight embrace,
perform rituals of devotion, their sacred place.

a heart of canvas, fragile and faint
yellow rose in hand, her yearning plea
a life not hers, yet longs to be

along the blooms that never die,
beneath a painted, dreamlike sky
she chases what she can never feel
around her garden that is not real

the life she craves, a soul misplaced,
in every step, a bitter trace
yet in the gallery, bound she'll stay,
the painted dream that fades away

we are quiet things,
stitched together with threads of maybe—
half-written songs,
unfinished letters
folded into the corners of our lives

the moon watches,
soft and patient,
as if she understands
what it means to be
both whole and breaking
all at once

we hold hands,
not to anchor each other,
but to remember
what it feels like
to reach