wait.

The chair is not furniture. It is a temperature you agree to sit in. Leather does the talking. A zipper that does not come down is louder than one that does. Someone remains dressed. Someone else learns the length of an evening without being told the clock.

Hands on wood. Not as prayer. As occupation. The body wants a story with an ending. The room refuses. Denial is weather. You do not get the garage. You get the wait, and the wait is the point, and the point is that she is still in the doorway after the coffee has gone cold.

There is no name in this. There is a throat that knows metal as jewelry or as a sentence, depending who is looking. There is a cock that is unemployed because unemployment can be arranged. There is a woman who does not explain herself. Fetish is not a manifesto. It is the decision to stay.

If you came here for a protocol, the door is behind you. If you came here because a still made your mouth busy — sit with that. Do not finish it. The page does not owe you a key.