Gone Boy

When it's cold out there like ice and I'm folded up in warm sheets, opening myself to the usual process of turning you over, Go on boy. It's good when the flow's uncomplicated, like sunshine and smooth leather hands, how you unfold in the heat of the sun. I promise I'll smile, when it's all said and done like I did when you tugged my sleeve, pulling at my layers, the taste of your lips, your life, your heat. Go your own way boy, I need to unwrap myself like a spider from your arms to hunt in the whispering wind. See what’s outside to get wrapped up again. Get out there boy, Swim all the rivers you can, touch sand and smell life, you don't need me. 'Cause you're the man in these streets. Let me be the queen of my world. Lay it all down boy, Don't ever look back. In a year I'll be someone else, a shadow of your expectations because I wasn't what you'd created in your mind, an angel. Don't you know boy, How we can't cage this in? How we can't transcend the need to run out our opposite ends? So look long and hard before you leave boy. Deep into dark brown eyes. I'm not your love to turn bitter as hot coals grow cold, nor am I the epitome of your regrets. I'm already be gone boy, somewhere letting small hours between us remain as they were to unfold like a staircase to eternity. Somewhere out there, your friend.