GNATS

She walked,
Eyes closed, through the gnats.
She hadn't been guarding herself earlier,
And I think she swallowed one
When she laughed at them.
I couldn't tell if the bugs
Were black, yellow, or green
As they darted past her face;
They seemed to blend in
To every color.
But I knew they were there
When she was walking
So closely behind me.
They weren't like the gnats
That I used to know,
The buzzy black ones
That would never leave you alone.
Maybe they were all the same,
But I greeted these bugs
With open arms,
Just as I did everything else on this night.
It may seem strange,
But I loved the time spent
Running with her through gnats.