Last Call Poem by Ryan Cole

Last Call



Is this love
the heat and the rush
or is it just the moment
the kiss and the touch
When I look in your eyes
what is it that I see
And what do you look for
in mine
Is this all a lie
or something else
Not love, but still real
As real as anything can be
in the heat and the rush
and the drunken fondling
of the last call

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Ryan Cole

Ryan Cole

Santa Monica, California
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