To be no one...

To feel the wind pass through me...as if I were
not solid beyond the walls of this
appearance.

Beneath your fingers I would be
nothing...a sweep of air so
brief in my delight.

To your eyes...I would be
empty.

Having ceased in the hold of
my containment.

In your arms I would be distance...playing
slowly to the limits of your
reach.

To be no one...and
yet -

To be this.

I would give my everything...and simply
disappear.