Spring

You tease us with warmth

Like a belly dancer

Swaying nearer

Then pulling away

Veils keeping us from seeing you clearly

Music pulsating

Audience edging forward in their seats

Eager to grasp the beauty you promise

While you skirt the edges of the stage

Bare feet gliding sideways

As you study us

Watching to see how much you can torment us

Before you recede once again

Into the distance

But only for a spell

While we, entranced,

Call for your return

Helpless with the hope you inspire

Damn it!

Get over here, you vixen!