when i spoke
to you on
the phone today
i quaked when
i thought of
what you'd say
if i told
you i'd been
thinking this way
i wonder what
you would ever
think of me
if i had
read you a
poem i'd written (or three)
and let you
hear of the
creature we'd be
we would break
of your sweat
with many-toothed jaws
we would drip
of my blood
with skin-piercing claws
we would be
the perfect monster
flawless in flaws
three words per line, three lines per stanza, three stanzas