Dreams of Marilyn Monroe
Her curves
cause us to desire the dead,
like men accursed.
Wishing to feed
that pouty mouth
the same way
ancient Aegyptians
left food and lavish offerings
for spirits
exhumed
by forbidden curses
from the mummy’s tomb.
Her image of pink sensuous flesh,
partially unwrapped;
teasing us
daring us
finally
summoning us
to our preordained fates…
When our imaginations run so extremely hot,
like engine radiators boiling over;
ghosts
sap
our strength.
This is the way
You effect me my luv
I boil over every tyme
I think about you
As you tease me
Dare me
Summoning me to
My glorious fate with you
Forever
my mate.
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