I moved emphatically toward the cabinet,
opened the door and removed the bottle.
My eyes took in the details, the summer home
the trees naked in winter, the view awesome.

Solid black, with golden embellishments
opened the top and poured three fingers
a couple of ice cubes, and a wedge of lime
Sat down in my chair, to enjoy, the drink

Silence surrounds me as the heat burns
down my throat and sets my mind at ease
two swallows, the glass is empty
not half full or half empty, dry

Back for a refill, and another lime
the tartness puckers my lips
I smell the glass this time
enjoying the varied notes

Warm sea air, and baked bread
with the toasted nuts at the end.
I swallow once again, not to **** pain
but to feel thoroughly alive and well

Finished again, another fill
skip the ice, and the lime
cheeks beginning to numb
and thoughts crystallize.