Treat me... gently,
For I am made of glass,
Fragile and transparent,
As the windowed pane.
Through which I now watch you.

I am insubstantial,
As a puff of smoke,
Soon dissipated by the wind.
Easily destroyed,
Soon made invisible.

Whisper to me, oh verbal bard,
Quiet words,
Into the secret places of my soul.
Exploring with your tongue,
Find what they do to my heart.

Now as, (all anticipation), I see you approach ,
I feel more tangible.
Less misty, almost strong.
Together we will speak,
Until I am fully real.