Saudade

It seems strange, 

But, I must reveal

Of what I am

And what I feel.

For deep within

It’s a different me

Someone or something

That longs to be free.

My choices are unique,

They trigger my senses.

I could smell them from a mile

Across boundaries and fences.

And, as I draw near

I could almost taste their skin

Running down the neck,

Way under the chin.

I lure them with a smile,

Then take them to dine

Just, both of us;

My knives and some red cherry wine.

I run my fingers gently

Over the bends and around a curve.

Then place my cold steel knife

Slitting the skin and rupturing a nerve.

I squeeze them to my heart

There is more gurgling than a voice

Once the neck is slit,

They rarely have a choice.

I’m overcome by a strange sadness

And a bizarre satisfaction too.

I hate myself and wonder;

Why do I do, what I do?

So, if you have long golden hair

And wear an unusual perfume too.

Beware!, Beware!

I may just come around;

Around, looking for you……