Be Back Come Morning

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 out of denial
this carries its own unique aura
and kind of smells  like honeysuckle
with the  tantalizing taste
of a young woman's mouth

I curiously hover from a place
above it all
to watch it move
graceful as a  ballerina
yet so very 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