A Kind of Heaven

Today thermometers
shot high into the nineties.
My brain was cooked.
I slept the sleep of death
beneath the apple tree,
and there I dreamed
a wish-fulfilling dream
in which I found myself
seduced by sexless flesh,
soft beauties such as I
had never met before,
who roamed a land both
verdant and ice cool with
bubbling streams and
rich in shade. But what
most tempted me to 
make this land my own
was all-pervading blue,
an ice cold - welcome - hue.
Just to look at it... relief from
casseroling  heat. I saw that
everywhere and everyone -
the beauties more than most -
had been suffused by blue.
Okay, there was a bush
that fiercely burned but -
Biblically - stayed intact,
and more than that,
had set alight a lengthy tract 
of that fair land. That,
too, was not consumed.
And true enough - as nothing
can be perfect - one beauty
had a hand, palm raised, 
protective of her vulva. (Or
where one would imagine
the vulva might have been.)
STOP! it said. Imperious 
command. NO ENTRY! 
No can do! (or was it that 
they all had hands, 
these beauties, where 
their labia might have been?)
Forgetting then, all slight,
and slightly disappointing, 
aspects - fiery shrubs, etc, etc., 
the rest of it, a kind of heaven, 
welcomed me. The land, 
its occupants, the dream 
and I were cool - as cool as 
the blue inner core
of some bright flame might be
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I am indebted to Willow at The Mag for the image and its prompt.