Flirting With New Ideas
By Don Iannone

From across the crowded room,
her dark alluring eyes beckon me to come,
dance, forget myself, leave everything behind,
Side to side, her spell-bounding beauty
weaves and dances, like a dangerous cobra,
How can one new idea, so fresh, so lovely,
so filled with revolution,
carry so much unforeseen danger?
Like quantum physics,
she will change everything,
There is no turning back,
once you bite the apple of truth.