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.
