Poetry

Newness

written by: ruck25

Newness is the meet and greet. From the first time you speak. Ice breaking the inevitable silence the the first genuine smile this week.
Newness is the silence on the phone the first time you call. The thoughts that dart pass your mind since the first time you saw. You're at awe. This nervousness is raw. Looking at this woman all you notice are your flaws.
Newness is the first time ya'll smoke. The seductively slanted eyes the posesses put a hex on all premeditated problems. The death, the theft, the heartach and pain, everything seems prehistoric when roaming around this jurassic affection chasing me through every inch of my mind. swinging on vines of uncertainty over the rivers of emotions. Hiding in the cave of fears on the mountain of affection. Watching over this new land of infinite chances. Glancing over the endless choices that lay at your feet.
Choice 1 is the valley of vixens. Filled with clubs and late night drinking. Hanging with your friend smoking weed hittin skins.
Choice 2 is the forest of farnication. Filled with climbing trees of testosterone at break neck speed. Racing through branches of break-ups trying to avoid the twigs of commitment.
Last is the sea of possibilities. Building a canoe of contentment to sail to an unmarked destination. Newness is the land of the future. Promised to noone but garenteed in the minds of millions with a self satisfying smile. For a while, I've seen my death and sometimes its peacefully. Sometimes I'm sitting old married and happily. But them times don't fill my head cause it's fear at night when I rest, and I'm telling you all of this cause this newness just cant resist. I'm not new to this newness but this newness is newness. Unadulterated and in the flesh. My newness ain't newness but with yours it'll be blessed.

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