intangible.

disclaimer: it's long, but this shit is the shit. in a culture of 140 characters, our attention spans are diminishing. suck it up and read people. enjoy.

I - i'm at a museum
staring at this masterpiece
studying the details of its structure
examining the intricacies of this eighth wonder
wishing i could have sat at the feet of the Artist
as She carefully picked the materials She needed to create
mentally documenting every intention - every mistake
knowing that it is the errors that make this work of art so unique
perfect for me.

II - i want to
grab hold of this
beauty.
place it on my mantle
so that i alone can witness it on a daily basis
so that i can spend my time delving deeper
into the complexities of its structure.
i want to be selfish
i want it for me and me alone
i am
fighting the urge to grab hold of this thing
the way that it has grabbed ahold of me
captured my attention
stolen my focus
engrossed my mind.
but yet and still
i am at this museum.

III - you remain untouchable
we are separated by a glass barrier
impenetrable and solid
between us is a velvet rope of the past
yours. mine. ours.
behind me is your security guard
watching my every move
making sure that i don't get too close
you are safe. protected. guarded.
untouchable.
emotionless - like
sex without kissing -
you stare back at me.
acknowledging my infatuation
but not reciprocating.
i am in love with a statue.

IV - so i remain a passerby
i long for the time that
i spend in your presence
and as i walk away
i anticipate our next encounter.
knowing
that one day
your security guard will turn away
and i will be able to touch you
the way that you have touched me.
one day
the stone will turn to flesh
and your heart will start to beat again
your emotions will become known.
one day
you will allow me to
break the glass that surrounds you
and
cross the rope that separates us.
until then
i remain a spectator
to the untouchable beauty that is
you.