Dark-navy woman with honey-gold eyes--
red hourglass on her ass.
Her blueberries drip
opal milk on the indigo fuzz
of her opengold lush
flower disturbs the peace.
I licked it from her abdomen like a dragonfly
by softened leaves
and a strong odor
unafraid to drink
evermore complex nectar.
One night I held this woman
in the palm of my hand.
Misled I let her go.
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