Am I the catch or am I now the bait?*
   I ask as you unhook me from your line
   And throw me into passioned arms that wait
   For loving eyes to move from your benign
   Beauty. You let your predatory whine
   Escape your lips as you bring mine to yours
   And stop. And tease. And take the lovers’ sign
   And stake it in my heart with smiling force.
You take his hand in yours. I drown slowly in air.