She eludes me. I have tried to reach out and touch her, but all I grab is air. So I spoke to her, but all she heard was a poet singing to her heart and I was trying desperately to reach her mind. I showed her a poster of me so she could remember me. Ever since then, all she talks about is the color of my dark skin and how can she get in? She eludes me transiently. Conversations never truly ask questions of me, which brings a true discovery of me rather how can I integrate to assimilate in to her world. Still moving away from where I am trying to go I exclude her and include the next her only to find I just left her to meet her all over again. Grabbing air she eludes me 5000 mo times as if I was showtime or hbo . With one click of a button the channel changes but the content is all the same Being the smile for her frown, being the voice of her choice, being the rock for her anchor, being the fresh air in the smoke, being seen with painted glasses, being heard with earphones on and a ipod, being felt but never touched. Just me being me, being me as she eludes me another again.