And something flickered for a minute...

Time leans

like the books on my shelf

I dream about you,

But you always

fade

into someone else...

You are solid,

I am the variable;

We are complementary

Flesh and blood --

Body and life

But without me,

you are only skin

And without your containment --

Anarchy!

I run,

I drain

and become

a puddle on the floor...