Whiskey Sour

August 28, 2014

One part lemon juice
One part simple syrup
Ice, Jack Daniels, and a lemon wedge.

3 and a half cups and I finally had you in front of me
I gave you my drink,
and you became mine.

Locked lips and your hazel eyes.
Holding hands.
5 dollar parking, lot B.

The noise of the city disappeared
the second I heard your sultry voice.
Leaning on the fence the world stood still.

For in that moment,
our shared commitment issues didn’t exist,
you belonged to me and I was yours.

I sent you off with your friends.
The taste of your lips
stuck in my mouth.

Whiskey sour:
One part lemon juice
One part simple syrup
Ice, Jack Daniels, and a lemon wedge.

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  • Paruyr Pushkin

    This is great!