Magritte’s apple

Ok, I get it
Reason alone is boring.
But what’s not?
A woman’s body turned to rainbowed window. Fait enough.
But don’t pretend to know
What your subconscious is saying
Much less mine.
You are bored, ok.
I can relate to that.
Just say so, and we can
Walk and talk and look at odd birds
Or something stimulating.
But, if you thesis is: I too am bored.
That’s just not enough
To go on.
Ok, you now left your newspaper
On her breast
And it became a rainbow.
I’ll go with that, as your cigar
Burns out….
Thanks at least
For that much
Old lonely friend.
Your still an apple in my eye
Regardless. But,
Could’ve used a bouquet
Made of fruit
About now.