The Dixon Discourse

Have you ever been done? Grab your coat, turn off all the lights, close the door behind you, start walking and don't look back, done?

Sometimes I feel like I'm just a cheap thrill, An emotional pick-me-up, an ego pill. I wish I could see it coming, don't think I ever will.

Standing outside, the dark getting closer. The rain coming down and my clothes are soaked. You pull me in, the enclosure is warm. I sense the space between us close, your breath reaches mine and there is closure.