Poetry • A Bunny in Ink stained fingers

You,
Giant,
grasp me in your ink stained finger tips,
covered in recently written love letters
that I’ll never know.

My heart brushes against your skin with each hammer as I’m lifted from the road,
and I can feel the heat as you pulsate
in parallel
too.
sweat,
perfume,
and hyperventilating breathes
permeate the air,
Both scared but huddled together.

Fur on skin
on fur
on skin
on fur.

In that moment, our minds run wild
existential in our thoughts,
but I know from the way you cradle me,
and the way I curl into you,
that we are united in our desire,

To Live.

Samantha Gonsalves Wetherell

Photo: Andrey Soldatov

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