It's dry yet it isn't
we are afloat with two perspectives
I am guessing is he the rock to this anchor?
The ship I find had been sailing,
docked on land and out again.
It is the Kelvin point of finally
waiting for him to be near.
His smell, is the only smell I need.
Yet we are our own device of a new drink:
melted ice, lime and mint.
For me it is a new drink, although I probably had the drink in many different proportions.
It is truly new and I'm not gonna say the next moments.
I cannot be without such because time could be mean.
Photo credits to: Bianca Berg on Unsplash and biancaberg.com