Pelgris

My mind gets caught up in wierd details.
Generally with people I’m interested in. Sometimes it is something they wear, or how they do their hair. Sometimes a word they misproniunce or the way they see. I say it’s odd because this bit can push me either way. Into loathing or into fascination. A woman in a man’s shirt and tie or anyone with a goth sensibility,. It doesn’t cause me to fall in love or lust, it just makes me pay attention. All images rushing past my eyes, but some lodge deeply. Lips shaded the color of a deep red rose seen in the dying light of sunset. Just something I find odd.