Bloodless Ties

He glimpses her, the peripheral life of her, she abides in the corners of his eyes. She is a tidal tug upon his shoreline, salt for his blood. Arcane atoms carry her presence over tenuous thresholds. She strays through his thoughts upon SilkRoad visions. She does not see him as a person, but traces his nocturnal journeying over her nomadic mind. She is not a fantasy, nor flesh. Mothwings and mist clothe them in webs of intimacy. He chases a midnight shimmering that always alludes any palpable grasp. Yet, she is no thread-thin phantom, but what she is - he could not say, and if he knew he would not tell.