On a recent trip to Hollywood over the Christmas Holidays I was in desperation of seeking to take a picture of a "movie star" (like any other tourist). I hunted high and low, on Rodeo Drive, and Hollywood Blvd., bought a "map of the stars" and searched the Hollywood hills hoping to catch a glance of someone famous maybe just putting out their trash...I did find a star finally in the unlikeliest of places, and my mission was both successful and will be forever memorable...

uninvited to your home
i nervously entered
traveling far to meet you
a long time admirer
unknown to the well known
through long and white halls
i wandered seeking you
my heartbeat heard by all around me
heads turning
eyes burning
i hear their whispers
night falling in these unlit halls
cold breath on my neck
where are you?

i decide to retreat
an obvious trespasser not wanted
then i run into you
standing in one long hallway
encased in glass
you stand behind it
in a tall bronze urn
pictures of you smiling
and like the enamored fan
i ask to take your picture
shadows of night
coldness ascending
i wait not for your answer
but SNAP, SNAP
hands trembling the guilty paparazzi
i turn to slip away
and as quietly as we met
we smile at each other
i leave your home quickly
into the dusk of night
the heavy maosoleum doors
thudding shut behind me
until we again my Valentino
until we meet again....