Be Back Come Morning

I don't know quite how it is but there are times in my life that are in absolute disobedience to my being there though not in denial this carries its own unique aura kind of smells like honey with the tantalizing taste of a young girls mouth I curiously hover from a place above it to watch it move gracious as a ballerina yet so private in its nature I have learned that if I enfold unto it it will embrace me holding me inside its rainbow of butterscotch afternoons and liquid caramel evenings How conspicuous I must appear come morning putting the trash to the curb as someone else A small note tacked to my front door Gone Fishing"