from under the pork tree
though they were far apart
silver and golden
only seen across the room
never meeting
like moon and sun
they knew that they had found each other
thy snort so sweet and low
the straw that doth adorn you
oh can you pheal the love tonight?
can i take a bath in your eyes
so dark and endless
(i never said, i would try new things in 2026 but that doesn't mean i won't. as i have grown obsessed with the golden pig x pheal in these past weeks, i have decided to make my true feeling known in this poem)















