Marilyn Monroe

A long blouse
That screams of yellow 

A hat in halves
Like two yokes
And a feather that doesn't flap to the swan

A hair full of dates
That puts Bam* to shame 

A face like Marilyn
A neck like Monroe
Her gaze a swan's nest

Can't see her bosom
Hidden under the fold

Waist swinging toward me
So I write it narrow 

Half open hands
Fingers like wands
Impatiently at the instrument 

What a useless beauty
The princess in my sister's room
Watching over my nightly chats

مرلین مونرو

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