I saw the monster in you,
****** at his  small claws, nipped
at the silvery whip of his tail. I saw
the monster in you and loved you
despite it, in spite of it, because of
it. Your mouth is weaponry and I
kissed you with a soft tongue
unarmoured. I am not entirely
goodness either, I search
our skin for scales. Let
me in under your bed
and I will show you
darkness as it
curves into
light.