Last call

The bartender will shout
last call,
one last chance
to enjoy the sweetness,
the high,
of one more

Emily D. wrote,
that hazel eyes,
are like the sherry
in the glass
that the guest leaves
at evening’s end

Intoxicated, warm
and woozy, on love
I’ll clumsily fall
to you, drink you,
until there is nothing
left in the glass

Just in time,
your kind spirit
will save me,
keep me warm
when life gets cold
at each evening’s end

The bartender will shout
last call,
one last chance
to enjoy the sweetness,
the high,
of one more

 

By Jennifer A. Fifield

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