Marilyn Monroes – Excerpt from Sculpting the Heart’s Poetry while Conversing with the Masters
Some call us man’s first cultured
pearls, goddesses first birthed from
castrated genitals,
our all-seeing eyes of violet blue with
traces of emerald green, and our hair is
like soft wet straw, with traces of wild
flowers,
we are known as special tongue-n-cheek divas,
which are sexually implicit phenomena and repository of
many a mortal’s dreams,
man has tried to carve our beauty into blocks of naked stone,
with a lot of arousal left behind, almost like flesh, only cold instead,
even though our hands are penniless and empty
they are filled with man’s destiny to love and be loved,
so similar to the divine in repose,
we lay upon rose petals in our scalloped shells
nibbling on poppies, reading poetry and singing songs of love.
