Opening

Opening a new door,

into this wide space.

Music cascading

down ear canals and

all the different parts

of my person.

.

A four on the floor

beat, a rhythm to a start

of something new,

.

the mysterious unknown

.

and the poetry

of new motion.

.

I see the kaliedoscope

before me, new rhthyms

dancing with limbs

.

an ocean of cascading

onto a frank sense

of nervousness,

.

but what if?

.

And all the usual questions

of such change.

.

The drifting of old hearts

on new adventures and seas

of strange desire.

.

Sometimes we must

embrace such

.

difference

and run towards seduction,

of what isn't known.

.

running towards relocation

of the heart, the body, the soul.

.

A new lover,

a new experience

a new fruit picked

from a foreign tree,

.

And all this energy

communicating freedom.

.

a new thought interplaying

in my rusty synapse.

.

A new trust in

a real person partly

unseen.

.

A new sensation on my fingertips

and the taste

of someone

new on my hands

and lips

.

then trust. Life. And birth.

And rebirth. And change.