Lone Rabbit

"lone wolf" she calls me
but really, I'm more like
a lone rabbit, timid. I run fast
when frightened, and you happen to smell
like danger, ready to sink your teeth
into my quiet
fragility. I am prey
and you happen to look
like hunger, the scent of death
laced
with the sweetness of your voice,
my darling. I am quick.
too quick
to fall for any
of your tricks, you are no
rabbit, honey please, I see that blood
dribbling
from your lips. I see that wilderness
aching
behind your eyes
but alas,
this fragile beating heart is soft
too soft
to ignore the beauty brimming
just beneath
evening knowing
you will devour
all
my sweetness
and leave the hollowed corpse
to rot