I’ve a rabbit’s heart

and black eyes to match.

When I slept beside you, our backs touching,

I shivered like a little beast.

I’ve sharpened my teeth on bricks I hold to hurl, and red

dust scabbed in my enamel, I bite any tender finger

that could claw.

When you reached down

to unsnarl leaves from my hair,

your gaze the dimpled sunlight,

I darted like a hunted thing,

but the night your heart became home,

our hair curled together, leaves on the forest floor,

you were perhaps small as I

and shaking too.