Housewife, Reading - Poem by Sonny Rainshine
You settle into your chaise lounge,
absorbed in a Silhouette romance.
The heroine is chaste,
but ravishing, reckless. She is on a rampage
The hero is chaste,
but wears his hair long
so that it flutters in the wind
on the moor.
You look up from the page
and into the aqua ripples
of the swimming pool.
You peer deeply into the depths.
Is Love a lie?
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