Marilyn Monroe

The curve of your breast reminds me of heaven

Where all beauty remains...

The curtains close

And I am sad

The misfits have escaped again!

I wanted to be just like you

At one time or another,

You'd dance naked

In a room full of rouge

And then I'd watch

But it was all just a dream...At least I hope it was

Because you are nothing but a dream

Within a naked glance,

You'd make me forget myself

Whenever I watched porn...

The mannequin within the corpse is dead

And therefore I am glad,

A rose within a rose is dead

And my darker side appreciates you

For I am not a lesbian!

Yet my mind would go to much darker places

And my hands would press against

Much softer pillows

And the philosophies would just go away,

Oh what a perfect day!

I see God standing at the altar

And blood rises to the top of the ceiling...

For I am guilty of loving you!

For it is a lover's symphony

Rising to the top of the ceiling!

And I want to drown in the bathtub

Because I love you so much

Doesn't that sound creepy?

White candles and white sheets

Honor the very depth of your being,

For your being has so much depth!

I play the same song over and over again,

Oh it's such a perfect day!

I feel like dying in your perfectly pale arms...

For the world doesn't appreciate me

For the world doesn't love me

For the world doesn't see me...

For I am Marilyn Monroe

And I am you

In all of your sexuality...

For the world never understood you

Naked and vast

In all eternity,

I want to cry

I want to die

In all of your eternity...

Bright roses dim their light for you

Butt naked and all

In a bed that is just vast...

I want to make love to you

Yet I am not a lesbian

I am just a painter in one's eyes

And I envision the greatest of loveliness

Hanging by a thread

In loneliness,

I shall reap just what I sow!

For I don't know

The very breath of loneliness

For your pale skin makes me fall

I have no eyes to see

For I am a blank canvas

Null and void,

Oh which canvas do I seek?

For porn is the essence of my body,

And the essence of my body I shall seek!

For I shall speak of revelance!

For revelance I shall speak!

For revelance is not a word

But my poetry is rolling in the deep.

Oh Marilyn Monroe,

Shall your naked body speak?

I love the curve of your breast

For your body does speak.

Of roses and men

You never really trusted anybody,

Yet your body was a work of art

Painted on walls

That nobody dared to speak.