Take Flight, Inspiration, Take Flight...

Why do you remain so silent?

My hand reaches and is just barely upon your shoulder,
Slender and fair you elude me time and time again.
I have seen a glimpse of your powerful thighs,
that translucent, trembling skin
Muscles beneath flexing then taking flight
so that your feet might skate upon the blank surface
And color it to your taste.

Your hair whips about your face and your appearance,
clothed in shreds of ivory and fashioned like the broken
wings of a dove,
is in a perpetual state of incognito.

Many have sought you and yet, heartless as you are,
You've abandoned them to wrestle with their frustrations
Mine own, included.

But here I am, breathless and so close that I can
feel the irregular drumming of your being,
I can hear the rustling of your thoughts and the clashing
of your limbs as you race forth.

Brute strength and force are in your gallop, yet the
rhythm of your stride is graceful but
there is
a stumble
in your
step.

Desperately I lunge towards you and we come crashing
to the floor, scraped knees and torn jeans
remind me of a distant but vividly beautiful memory
You and I grapple and we tangle and fight
The endless hours I have waited for you, the
unguided well of life I have strained so hard to
keep from slipping between my fingers and at last,
I have you and I have only heard tales of your powers and at last,
Alas,
You are but a plastic bag.