Harlequin Romance Poem by Francie Lynch

We had sex yesterday.
Reminded me of the cover
Of a Harlequin Romance.
You, the school librarian in the foreground,
Hair up, glasses on a chain, reading.
Me, the Principal in the background,
Just entering your workroom door.
But, back to reality.
The breeze flipped the curtain corner
Along your bronzed leg, and you looked up and smiled.
Was it something you read, the thought in my head,
Or the breath of joy passing by?
Out through the screen, now open in Spring,
To bring the irises to move and radiate.
A breeze that rustled and teased.
You directed your eyes, bent to your book,
Pleasured and pleased as me
With you in view.
The lace tail fell back to the sill.
Your leg never moved.