Marilyn Monroe could never

Not your hair

Nor the poise of your skin

Not the exploding stars

from cameras as you stride

along the red wool sea

Each step a remarkable headline

Your hair

A movie

Inadvertently, your presence

An atmosphere, a wonder

Your charisma, a charm

Without saying a word

You grant wishes by your pose

You're an altar for sore eyes

Your deafening beauty

A story, a telling;

habitual.

You're a moment

Never fading,

Always alive in memories

Right here, right now

The world is yours