drop from my nose to my finger to the river

river from the mountain to my soft spot

spot of moss to show Maira to contact

contact close enough to make it back in time

time enough for my heat to condensate

condensate to a drop.
calmly balanced at the point waiting

waiting to be wiped away thoughtlessly

thoughtlessly smothered across skin

skin that I formed on

on route gently now

now melded to a new body.
seeping forming growing

growing an extension and tension

tension that might last hours

hours of holding on by tiny hairs

hairs that don't give any warmth

warmth that is escaping to create me.