There’s something special
About a good gin and tonic.
Smooth as date ready legs,
And a bite
Like a joke that lands too close to home.
A little bitter sometimes,
An acquired taste.
I like it like that.
I like the weird, the strange, the
If-you-didn't-know-any-better-you’d-say-‘oh-my-god-what???’
And when you take it like a shot
(Bad idea. But it’s how I met my wife)
It has one hell of a burn.
I like that too.
I like it when it takes
More than it gives.
And when there’s nothing left,
Nothing but a whisper at the back of your throat,
The memory of good times and how great it made you feel…
Hell yeah I want another one.
If I didn’t
I’d drink
Carrot juice.
PS: This poem is about
You.
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