Harlequin Ruse Honeys

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Spun sugar on a five-star chef’s dessert

Looks like romances sold at checkout tills

In Walmart, women wanting needed spurt

Of unattainables, not wanting spills

Of semen in their bedrooms or their lives,

Prince Charming (or pathologist for nurse

Who fancies him).  Such want to be the wives

Of sentiment, of pink or mauve or worse . . .

Pastels in lavender silk satin bows.

These shoppers do not care if he has cut

Cadavers but desire the perfect rose.

These women want their wishes in a glut.

  He does not notice them except in books

    Created with romantic trance’s hooks.

~ Phillip Whidden