ONE ACT

Despite your smile
of a starlet in
this dressing hall mirror
the way your wrinkle creams
line your Roman face
your dancing hands sparkle
as your blue green eyes move
and flutter in my portrait
of you in this mud room
your laughing lips
move the resonance
into a metamorphosis
of the dreams of Hollywood
and all my awaiting hopes
for your formless freedom
when you receive an Oscar
and stardom rest
in a yearning apocalypse
with my one act play.