Blind Date

Act 1

When the Nihilist Help-line closed
he reverted to his old ways

On sunny mornings
he would stroll down Piccadilly carrying roses

With gallant gestures
he would bestow blooms upon the beautiful

Act 2

I knew immediately
he was going to offer me a rose

Above the piercing eyes
his thick black hair was untidy

As I took it he smiled
Something inside me said  -  "Why not?"

Act 3

With slow hands
he lingers over the firm nipples and moist pelt

"I know just what you’re thinking"
they say with an arch smile

In his mind’s eye
he rehearses the acts of dismemberment