Story of a Sip and Smoke

You n I with an empty glass of mine wine
A sip that could be taken
I took rest in imagination

Those hands were busy mixing rum and coke
Mine heart was creating a castle of smoke
And low life showed us  useless dirty joke

Slowly vapors were solidified
 Meeting point was melted
The point of saturation disappeared

Warm silence but disturbed by the heart beat
Drumming heart drives my mind
Biorhythm expressed everything to sterile heart

But remained untouched, unsolved and mysterious.