A sensual life is a ghostly existence where you live on the surface and your soul passes through everything, touching nothing.
That icy glass reduces your beauty - dims your fire - let me be your mirror...
When we perfect 3-D copiers and they reproduce tissue, we'll have a million Marilyns walking around with no souls.
It must be hard when you are a beautiful woman and no one will look at your soul.
I'm not afraid of the opinions of others - but of being needed and coming up short.
I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me.