Unrules of Attraction

What I know about you has got to be wrong:

seeing you hundreds of times in fifteen minutes,

reminding me what I feel, I know –

and nothing of you. I can’t trust myself to be

true to this, and you is your concern – too much to go awry.

On occasion, the random binaries almost match

(enough to fool me we’re away) and just as briefly

re-compute, and an older uglier look repels you.