What will a good shot of Tequila do for me?
I find myself for the first time nervous looking at a good bottle
Tranquil and soft, lovely in the light like a Rose
Wanting to see it pour into the shot glass before me
Thinking about how it shall taste before my lips touch
the rim of the shot glass’s lips
Oh, will I ask for another, shall I draw the bottle closer to me?
Looking so peaceful and calm, as a Rose with beauty yet knowing there may be thorns not knowing
Shall it have a smooth flow or a sharp piercing as it goes down?
I brace myself as it lifts into the air as it draws nearer to me
Looming closer and yet closer, before touching my lips
Quivering at the very thought before it even touches my lips
Yet so far away
