ALT you're my secret, my only secret--with you my scripts fly into the crashing spray of ocean against an earthquake-torn coast; do you know my heart is paper-thin with exhausted narrative--I must love you, even if it is only to feel my body come alive like white chiffon swirling up, while I to take a worn paradigm of libido unto the breach, let it do battle with my own divide. Oh don't tell because I will not be welcome there, as I haunt breath into the squeal & glare of aquamarine leather & chromed, finned Cadillacs wheeling processions down a science they call Hollywood Blvd.--I will wear sunglasses to hide my tears--a forgotten diva waves & smiles, the arias of her past triumphs still resounding with the palm trees & my love wavering there, like tremolo or 8x10 glossies--a surface to affix my ephemeral self before the love I never feel, the screen, and your eyes rippling in pain overtake me.