La Belle Sultane (beaten to a pulp by dark purple flowers)
She was a stranger to me as we both sat down on the busbench
It was 'La Belle Sultane' she blurted without looking right at me
'what' I asked?
'Flowers' she replied, 'right before the thunder and lightning'
Were se deranged? she wore cleaner clothes i dont suppose
Then i saw the bruised shoulder and her back
Another small one above her eye
'What happened? ' i risked.
'Defiled, reviled, exiled', she retorted.
'He brought me flowers La Belle Sultrane pretty purple flowers'
'but he beat you' i dared to point out, there could be no doubt
'yes' and her minds eye wandered
Again i gazed at her
Now a long long silence
I digested she had been peppered by violence
'I was beaten last nite by mr flowers'
She and I boarded the bus
She was not unattractive slightly torn stocking
A silent pleasure to watch her walking
Or was she just the victim of a stalking?
'did u care for him? (why do they always befriend me?)
(why did i ask that~~~~~SOO Stooooopid sometimes)
An old black man boards and stares at her accusingly
I have to know now so i ask 'did u love him? '
'I still do' she turns and looks right into my eyes
Her soft powder blue eyes make me swim
'why' i ask in a very small voice
'Because' 'he always brings me flowers'
Her crooked smile, her straight clean teeth, her nice fingernails
How did she become the damaged entrails?
La Belle Sultrane- i had studied Latin- The beautiful devil?
I bet that is exactly what he is- a beautiful devil
That night i dream of Fiona
She and I dress up and she performs a deranged ballet
She smells like jasmine and kisses my cheek and ear
We both slow dance and the music is romantic and soft as we waltz
I in Armani and she in Valentino red silk gown
In our mutual adoration will we drown
I awaken~ Was the girl real? I have never ridden the bus
La Belle Sultane- proof that i hallucinate
Or was it all real? I have never ridden the bus
La Belle Sultane- what is Sane?
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