“Do I get to be Marilyn Monroe?” you asked,


as I helped you into your corduroy coat.
as I helped you into your corduroy coat.
“Always,” I replied, holding it open for you
“Always,” I replied, holding it open for you
like a sable. Beyond you and the horizon,
like a sable. Beyond you and the horizon,
the sun became a searchlight for the evening’s premiere.
the sun became a searchlight for the evening’s premiere.

3 responses to ““Do I get to be Marilyn Monroe?” you asked,”

  1. I can’t even conjure up the words I want to say, I guess I’m so close to the subjects, Marylan and her Man, and I see the love, that just picturing, the seen on the wide open amazing screen is hard to get out of my mouth. Along with the view, the mind blowing view knocked me for a sweet pleasant loop, I loved every second of it from the verse to the photos! Wow, Tom and Klem! XOXOXOXO me-pusie.

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