Lights are flashing, the curtain is striking.

I’m consumed by masses excited and restless.

The show begins.

You dance your way across the stage

On feet so ghostly silent.

Eyes on you, all else distorted.

Your pale, lithe limb extends, undistorted

Against the snowy white backdrop, your shadow is striking.

Enthralled and enraptured, the audience falls silent.

My urge cements to reach out and touch you, hungry and restless.

For now you’re protected by your stage,

Nevertheless, our connection begins.

Again your dance begins.

I watch you endlessly, thoughts distorted.

The freedom you find in that stage,

Your purity, striking.

My fingers twitch, itching restlessly.

The music is silent.

The stage is empty, decimated by silence.

Clapping begins.

The next set of dancers stumble into sight—flustered—restless;

Their dance out of sync, their bodies distorted.

The female extends her leg too soon, striking

Chaos across the stage.

It’s empty now, waiting for you, your stage.

I’m sick of the weeks spent in silence.

This desire within me strikes

Me down just as our next dance begins.

Even the music grows distorted

As your grace restores my energy—so raw, so restless.

Nothing about you relents to the restless.

Your presence gives life to the stage.

Never disfigured, never distorted,

Yet forever you remain silent.

For once I cannot wait for the end to begin;

You will be mine, tonight I strike.

Restlessly, I creep up behind you, shadowed in silence.

Entering my stage, our dance begins.

Your limbs distort as our connection strikes.