Drink That Whiskey

You surprised me

I swear to the holy lord

Don’t do that again

Or I’ll smash your face with my fists

Few raindrops settling upon blades of bright green grass

Holding a blank expression, while penetrating a deadly stare

Hands firmly placed on hips, stance steady and unwavering

A kiss here, a tickle there

Enough, that’s enough

Affection sweet at first, innocent seeming love

Now, distance wasn’t a part of his vocabulary

Telling me the same old same old

Telling me you’re religious on Sunday

So, you can’t look at a gorgeous lady like me

Yet, every other day, you’re infatuated by me

Saying things like you must be with the holy lord

Saying to me you must be with God

Because it’s Sunday

What’s so special about Sunday?

What? Tell me I plead

Shaking my head over here

Absurdity filling the air

Now, telling me I’m not beautiful to you anymore

Saying I was always the only attractive girl on Oak Valley Farm

I’m not beautiful to you anymore, no more, no more

You say these snide remarks with a grin painting your whole face, eyes twinkling as bright as a shooting star

Now, you dump a chug of water on my head, purposely

Freezing cold water making me shiver

One thing after the other

What’s next?

I can only imagine

Then you have the pathetic nerve to propose to me

I have the great nerve to have a blank expression, exaggerate the letters n-o, no

Raising both middle fingers up, clearly for you to see

And you say

How dare you

You have the ugly nerve to say

Oh just have a glass of whiskey, your favorite, and you’ll be fine

You add some extra spice by saying

You can cry and drink that whiskey and then you’ll say yes

Right honey?

Samuel says with a glistening smirk

Here’s my flask, drink up Betty

Author's Note

Any thoughts are greatly encouraged (: My piece is inspired by this quote...."She needs to have a few drinks and cry a little-- then she'll be perfect." -Tom Ford

Reviews

[Aphy!]

"You surprised me
I swear to the holy lord
Don’t do that again
Or I’ll smash your face with my fists"
Strong beginning. Very powerful and fierce. Love it!
"A kiss here, a tickle there
Enough, that’s enough
Affection sweet at first, innocent seeming love
Now, distance wasn’t a part of his vocabulary" Lol, someone's getting a bit clingy. I understand, been there A LOT of times.
Overall, I enjoyed this poem and it was well fitted with your quote by Tom Ford. Great work!

[Emily]

Thank you for your thoughts on my poem. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[Coyote Poetry]

A wild tale described. Whiskey rarely bring good ending. You create situation and possibilities of anger. Thank you Emily for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Emily]

Great poem!
Keep on writing!!