her name is tequila
and she stole my heart
at sixteen
it would be hard to count
the nights
we’ve spent together
in quiet bliss
head spinning fury
once in awhile
leading to a kiss
margaritas at the table
sunrises by the fire
shots with a worm
empty bottles and always
memories
she warms me
when I’m cold
making me laugh
and soothing
my tired soul
i think she will always have
my heart
even when I’m very old…..