Sunday night I dreamed that I was dating Marilyn Monroe…
the ultimate man dream? lol! she was behind me as I drove us on my motorcycle
what a sweet dream….. It must be because I recently saw a photographic special of Marilyn on the 50th anniversary of her death.
—– and when I thought I got the hint, you said you loved me not,
not like that.
—– and when I thought I got the hint, you said you could never love me, no like this.
perhaps the hint is not yours to make….it was mine’s to invent, imagine and pretend.
but it’s alright. I no longer give or get a clue. because I no longer give two fucks about that.