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