Instinctively

Instinctively

As my eyes wonder on the horizon before settling on your face

I can see a whirlwind of colors

most of which have their own names but I can only identify as the basic six colors

My face turning one of these colors: red

Probably got a fancier title: scarlet? crimson?

Like I always say “I don’t know”

And most days I don’t care

But you appear out of nowhere. Literally nowhere.

Or rather so suddenly you threw my instincts out of array and now I don’t know what’s what

What I see

What I hear

Or

What I feel

Instinctively it’s the fight or flight response: there’s nothing to fight

So I flight

But my eyes don’t follow my body that’s already turning away

Because the explosion of colour is too great a masterpiece

Instinctively

I know I shouldn't be doing this

I know that

And most of the time I don’t care

But this time I do.

Because you broke the instincts that scream the cacophony of obscenities at your approach

Instinctively

As my eyes wonder on the horizon before settling on your face

I can see a whirlwind of colors

most of which signal a horribly tense situation I should have, in my better interests, avoided

My face probably shows it: fear

Probably has a real deep meaning: admiration? attraction?

Like I said “I don’t know”

And most of the days I don’t care

But this is you

And I care

I just don’t know.