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.