I Tried To Play
Marilyn To Your Miller,
Absorbing You,
Adoring You,
Affecting You,
Charming You…
Charismatic You.
Tripping Along Lanes
I Lined With Lavender,
I Saw Heaven In
A Fountain Of Letters
I Arranged Into Words,
Shaped Into Sentences,
Pulled Into Paragraphs And Penned Pages
And Chapters And Books About You.
And You Said I Couldn-‘t Write Fiction