~ Anguish of (something)
unrequited! ~
Gratifying your notorious self,
Indulging into larceny,
Of breaths, and also heart beats,
(So tawdry, yes, indeed)
Literally …
Tingling,
Wriggling,
Anxiety,
Ecstasy,
And all such, and much same,
Echoing in a class-room, within a small picket, on guard,
As, when the most beautiful creature on this Earth and also the
other,
‘Oh, my Crush’,
Would ‘walk away’,
The small dingy corridor,
(Not slipping on the mucky water spattered greenish floor)
Opened to the senile off-white door,
Of possibilities of a ‘no’ (with a slap) more than a ‘yes’
(ah, so shy) …
Sighs …
And batting eyelashes — more edgy than before —
Would wait for the ‘return’, lest missing, if any …
For, it’s so darn easy to get sassily drenched, when it
pitter-patters,
Mess happens (is felt as a lump, clogging the words-parched
throat),
In the wake of staying thirsty, and so unwillingly, dry … 
Genius is 3% inspiration and 97% perspiration I've heard. Genius Beethoven left us proof (in his notebook sketchings) that a simple phrase he would turn over, run backwards, extend, start over, and on-and-on--for just a FEW notes in a few bars, before delivering to a publisher.
ReplyDeleteOKAY, you may guess rightly, I am comparing your work--sort of?--with a Master. Your talent, amazing at it is, is but a small percentage of the total work, the primary word here being WORK. So, for this I thank you, the effort you conjure to bring a near-perfect set of words, phrases, as NOT a "mess happening" but as a simple, beautiful, pure rendering of thoughts of a young student(?) learning that--"it’s so darn easy to get sassily drenched, when it pitter-patters...." and, "Mess happens (...clogging the words-parched throat),
In the wake of staying thirsty, and so unwillingly, dry … "
(sigh)