Blush

I do not blush because I am ashamed.
I blush because my imagination is vivid enough to illustrate the visual
before you are even halfway through the fourth syllable of the verbal.

I do not bow my head because I want to duck under the weight of the intensity.
I bow my head because its the only way to ensure my truth doesn't expose me.

I do not cover my eyes because I don't want to see
I cover my eyes because although my vision is not 20/20, it is still as clear as day for me to see.

Scratch beneath the surface.
Unearth the purpose of my instinctual habits.
And there, you will find me.