there she goes

In the brain of a Man. Edvard Munch, 1897.

being in your mere presence has the ability to ensnare the senses. through such, simple speech becomes the most difficult of tasks and i begin to feel the earth softening beneath my feet. dicing with perceived danger, the potential allure of gaining your attention is enough to warrant decisions without complete rational thought. i am bewitched by everything you represent and i don’t even know you. this is the danger. a pulsating heart and blood racing through my veins, resultant of your existence. and i don’t even know you. your sexual power reverberates, encompassing everything in your vicinity. we make eye contact and i internally implode. you get off the bus, there she goes.