The nerves at the end of my interest tingle/

at the meeting of someone new/

the uncertainty of who they are awakens me/

Who are they?/

Not just by name, but by emotion, experience, history/

Who have they been before, and who will they become?/

How do we mesh in this endless tangle of connection?/

Will the sparkling in my web enchant them?/

Or my constant spinning make them weary?/

I, myself, am captivated/

by the endless possibilities, by the unfamiliarity/

and, most importantly,/

by the desire to turn this someone new/

into someone to be delved into.