Like the caramel coated liquid that

clings to the ice of

the-slow-to-burn-whiskey

warming my insides

the memory of you meets reality and

intoxicates me with ideas

of what it would be like to be

drunk on love

aged to perfection.

A wise man’s drink- this love-

not young and innocent,

but bold, educated, matured-

by the heat of waiting –

fermenting,

becoming.

Something more than one man’s dream-

or a drink at the bar.

A creation of time, youth meets age, meets evolution, meets passion, meets flavor, meets process compounded with the perfect timing- unexpected, yet prepared.

Something worthy of the cost

to place you on my shelf to taste again and again, in celebration of life-

in celebration of love.