Deer

I love the small fragile deer when they dance by me
light and volatile as bright spots between the trees
shy and intangible as shadows in the velvet soft forest darkness.

I follow them and my eyes caresses their narrow,
thin legs and on the hips --
I wanted to carrey them in my arms and kiss their silksmooth
necks and bodys

I want to hold them close to me and crush their fragile limbs,
until the begging gold light in their eyes die
and the innocent blood starts to drip.

Trapped in my tenderness lives a prisoner hungry for murder.

But because I know and dare to say it,
I will win a strength to protect the defenseless,
that no perpetrators shall have power to deprive me of.