That sweet illustrious
scent of barreled
wood smoke
The aroma radiating
through the air
into your nostrils
A desire to sip
that sweet nectar
I crave the warm
blood rushing
through my veins
The alluring feeling
when you've had
just enough
It chemically
changes the brain-
And you're happy
For a few short hours
I feel incredibly alive
I feel real
I feel happy
Then all fades away-
and disappears.
Oh whiskey, you understand
me so well.
You are a dear loyal friend
© 2014 Christina Jackson