Waiting is a game of cheated fate. Do you hold your cards close to your heart or do you put them on the table to go all in? I fold, too quickly. I am bound by the promise of capture. I wish to be bruised by your iron kiss of rapture. The escape I crave is taunting me, found in your words … bullet fragments from emotions we buried long ago. Your fingers trace the outline of my thoughts. My honeyed desires drip from their tips. It is my turn to wait. To watch. To wonder if such temptation draws you toward your prey with bindings on full display. Or will you return to your own cage of reality?