I wrote something about perception here, but I've revised to leave it simply as this... It's enough.

Trickle like water over stones...
Caress what you will...
Be neither this, nor that...
Water holds no form.

And to my Lithi, who responded before I set this comment-free... you make me smile. My girl of fire in the thigh high boots, with passion filled lungs. I remember the taste of your pale skin beneath the midnight sun. I wonder if the words are still engraved under your flesh. Requiescant in Pace.