Cryptic

he is all runes
I, hieroglyphics
he fancies the clouds
I love tomorrows

he lives on the shore
I live in my head
he always walks ahead
and yet stalks my bed

he is an algorithm
I am all smiles and sobs
he is a celebrity
I celebrate every other hour

he is so deep; I want to die
in a heap, I just lie
each time I see him fly
he sees me dead and then goes red

don't ask me why I live in
a city that never sleeps
a city with perennial hard-ons
seeking, out, the sky

but well, he just moved in
to live me in my head
I wish he leaves this metaphor
with me forever instead