A Sonnet to a Tincture

I drink too quickly
To find calm in tipsiness
To converse slickly
Hoping I don’t confess
You’ve been seeing my picture
Bells clang in my mind
In the salty air a tincture
What will I find?
For ten years, I have behaved
Your honest friendship I treasure
Paid no heed to what I have craved
A sign from you in any measure.
But there you are, I can’t stay away
I seize the moment, live for another day.