My book (movie) in my head never ends,

so placing you in the leading role was

easy; your wit and charm give others pause,

but your chameleon ways help my plot blend.

 

I laugh when people are taken a back

by the many things you do to cause thought,

as if they own you, not a movie, but

the person wrapped up in plastic sack.

 

Perhaps its your swift smile, or boisterous laugh

that make them forget the fiction of the tale

told through digital, celluloid  and stage;

the person they create is real, full of life

even if, like in my head, it’s a pale

ghost in front of them, sitting on the page