LAST CALL

I could say I love you,
but it would be a lie.
I may want you, even need you,
but need more to stay free of you.
Whatever this is, it won’t last.
Maybe til the morning.
In the meantime, I do lust you,
and will show deepest adoration.
As the cocktails run their course,
we slither in the haze.
Slick. Just little sick.
From the desperation to love,
debased.
The morning come,
saving face.
Come the awkward goodbye.
Not sure I’ll call.
Not sure you want me to.
Again angry and resolute,
until the next lonely last call