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Silt Blue Woman
On the slick cement porch of my Grandfather's house, I saw the deepest blue flower across from the red dirt road. Embraced in viney branches, it slowly opened and revealed A woman with blue silt skin, crowned with colorful flowers. She was beautiful and had many arms like an eastern goddess. She was enormous but perfectly voluptuous. Her naked skin Shimmered in the sun with moistened mica. She lay in repose Like a new born and slowly opened her eyes and spoke to me. "Come in my arms and lie with me. Come lie with me now." "No," I said. Then her anger kindled, and her sensual call turned murderous And she quickly demanded it once again with a most gigantic voice, And her blue eyes became black firey opals. I froze at the sight As she writhed in lust, hatred and amazement at my refusal. I feared she would kill me, but the blue petals were prison bars. The viney branches were her chains, and the flower slowly shut. Her torment quietened back in repose as her blue eyes closed, And the silt blossom retracted into the woods under the moon light. (A dream I had several years ago)
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