Drink Of Me Deeply

Here is something I wrote for my girlfriend because I'm a goober like that. It's our one year anniversary today and this is my way of saying to her, ''Thanks for graciously putting up with me for a whole year!''


Drink Of Me Deeply.

On first approach does steam rise to and warm your nostrils?

Can you hear the crackle of effervescence, feel its flecks upon your lips?

Do you feel a faint chill, hear the rattle of ice?

Does the sting of ethanol fumes tickle your senses?

How am I perceived?

Drink of me deeply.

Am I cloying, austere, bitter,

Piquant, salty, cool?

Drink of me deeply.

Is a grit left on your tongue?

A fine silt.

A clinging syrup.

A silky coat.

I know,

given the day,

I can be any and all of these.

Still!

You drink of me deeply.

Do you find me best served torrid, temperate, frosted?

Perhaps even,

frozen,

on a stick.

Drink of me deeply.

But first!

Will you take me with lemon and honey,

Cream and sugar,

A dash of bitters,

A twist of lime,

or

A grain of salt.

Me?

I'll take you as you come.

You'll have the same, you say.

Then I suppose, all that's left is to toast.