Skin as translucent as thoughts
and pale as words,
A fleeting spectre of an idea
like a ghostly visitation,
a brief interlogue
With a comfortable stranger,
Unwinding a length of yarn,
tying your fate to that of someone
across the gulf of time and space
and life and death;

Leaving a trace in your soul,
a mark of phantasmal company
in your solitudes,
shadows of fabrication
cast by that chance encounter
In your mind,
Forever binding you to a figment
you didn’t even intent to make appear.