Axis

A kiss upon the cheek

is spinning on it's axis.

Another day, another night

rehearsed as if to practice.

Yes and no are white or black,

a decision turned a hue.

Are you worth less to me

or am I worth more to you?

A look into your eyes

leaves me anxious even more.

A diamond ring flees the scene

an outlined shape upon our floor.

The love of me and you

was broken by reply.

A scar upon your heart

sealed closed with a goodbye.

Impassive, we embrace

nothing like we practiced.

A kiss upon the cheek

left spinning on it's axis.