For the love of Scotch

Like a sip of the peaty scotch
that you love so much, and
that you taught me to love too.
That smokey smoothness
flows through me;
becomes me.

Those Laphroaig vapors
elevate me, but not the way
you can. I remember our convo
your  glass  my lips rub,
still half filled with booze golden.

How you drew the hardwood smoke
out from deep within my cask
with a pop of the cork, and a slow
gurgle into your glass.

Just as the wood scorched would
breath the spirits in and out,
so you have done to my soul,
keeping the angel's cut for yourself,
and well deserved , too.