Sunday, December 19, 2010

marilyn monroe on arthur miller

my love sleeps beside me -
in the faint light - i see his manly jaw
give way - and the mouth of his
boyhood returns
with a softness softer
its sensitiveness trembling
in stillness
his eyes must have looked out
wonderously from the cave of the little
boy - when the things he did not
understand -
he forgot
but will he look like this when he is dead
oh unbearable fact inevitable
yet sooner would i rather his love die
than him?