The Tease

Photo by Greg Wilson

I want you

words slide out of soft tender lips

like butter on bread

smooth

silky

cool

pulling heartstrings tighter

toward a revolving door

of unkept promises

I refuse to lose you

slips into the mind’s eye

centralizing and forming

chords familiar to this heart

strings pull tighter still

and both have yet to strum

trust fading daily

in a romance that aches to hook

instead of hold

it’s the tease

that keeps this dying scene

on repeat