Writing Class- Cliché Love Poem

So I'm currently taking a creative writing class and for an assignment that's due tomorrow morning, my professor asked me to: 1. Write a poem filled exclusively with cliches, and then 2. Replace every line so there's nothing left that's cliche. 

He's kind of nuts, but I think it makes him a great professor. He brings a certain manic energy to the class that generates some really great stuff. I don't have anywhere else to put it, so here's that poem I came up with: (Doesn't have a title yet, feel free to suggest one if that's your M.O.)

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Her skin is cratered like the moon

Pockmarked with pockets of pus

The blood in her neck warm like the sun

Fission in the hot space between us

Her eyes droop under loose skin

And crease with laughter behind my door

I love nothing more in this world than her song,

The dance of clawtips clacking across floor

Her touch is hesitant, yet greedy

She refuses to take me as hers

Afraid she’ll splinter my soft neck

And drag me by spine out to the hearse

I kneel to her, how I love her

I prove it by pulling badger’s teeth

Her rough tongue licks my hands

It tells me: I am complete

I am not the monster she’s made me, 

I am the man I always was.

She breaks down my walls into pulverized pieces

And together, we sweep up the dust. 

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Could use some edits and I'm sure I'll hate it in the morning, but I like it for now :) I'll probably be posting more writing here, I think it'd be cool to have a blog... still get to publish my work somewhere online that isn't ao3 so I can put out my non-fandom-related stuff. Cool

I take edits, constructive criticism, dirty jokes, whatever kinda feedback. really not picky

Thanks for reading this far I guess. Good night? lol