Meeperoids

This morning you, my true love tapped a heartbeat into my door with an oak cane. I didn't answer. I wasn't afraid of you, I promise. In fact shaking swept over me a feverish need to pull you in rising from my chest to my throat. When you left I coughed it out. It lay there on my floor thick and red, but not so much my blood as my offering my chance. It is noon. My neck stings and pulses for you to kiss it. But of course you won't. Perhaps this attraction the beauty I see in the way you're covered by a beast is the same that creates werewolves, minotaurs, and politicians. I wouldn't want a man so please, don't take your m