Final Slip Into

It happens, sometimes.
A freudian slip
of dimensional proportions
setting rocks in motion
through conversation
and a careless word,
just one too many.
Pivoting the course,
changing the key,
opening gateways
to new, unimaginable worlds
and all new paths of fate.

Yes, it happens, sometimes.
And now it did.

What she said?

Doesn't matter,
but it lit the spark
and awoke the butterflies
and shone light from
a so far unheard of option
through this new doorway
onto his stunned face.

So now she wonders
"Where will this end?",
just as much as the adventurer,
who boldly steps through
the unintentional door.

She tug at the collar
of her disobedient,
wandering self,
that silently dreams
about the delusional road,
intently debating, battling
her left brain against her right
and getting nowhere fast.

So he takes another step,
by proxy of a fingertip
in an open palm
that she know should,
but that she can't allow
to pull away.

Because it happened this time,
a final slip to unlock,
open the doorway,
set the rocks are motion,

and nothing will ever
be the same again.


.......
(thanks to the collective mind of the Literotica poetry board)