Unrequited Whatsit

Unrequited whatsit
(A freeform expression of age-old sentiments)
(expressed in freeform by an old age sediment)

Quiet time? waiting
All prepared, and just? waiting.
Timelines silently slipping by? uncounted.
Waiting for the first guests.
Pulse rate 68.
Anonymous pairs and single strangers.
A friend, a colleague, a somebody new.
But where are you?
Introduce Peter, say "How are you, Paul?
This is Penelope, had a great fall."
I'm bored.

The sound of your voice!
Warm, melted butter starts to flow into cavities within my heart.
A void expands within my chest,
echoing to the sound of faltering heartbeats.
Stay calm. Exterior normal; interior alive!
Pulse is hammering. Now 85.
There you are, laughing, talking with friends.
God, you're lovely!
Look this way, start moving across.
Bit by bit? Bit by bit?
You see me, and smile.
Those eyes I have surfed for ever
And swam in their wonderful depths.
Tonight is no exception.
They engulf me.
Pulse 97 and rising.

You are next to me. I feel your warmth.
You are beautiful.
Can't you taste my lips on yours?
Can't you feel my arms around you?
Can't you imagine that you do?
But no, being you,
All that is Taboo.
I shouldn't love you.
Signed, J.
End transmission.

I cannot quell this passion, nor quench this inner fire.
I must not taste forbidden fruits?
the sweetness of desire.
How do I know it's sweet?.
I must not attempt to taste.
The creed is repeated and the evening moves on.
More boring people with evening dress on.

The room is full of shadows.
We are fireflies in a room of grey moths.
We pass, touch and two rainbows briefly blossom,
then fade as we part.
Flicker, flicker, moment irretrievable.
So near, so far is hard to endure
Remove the pain?
So go.
Goodbye
Goodbye
Say stay!
Goodbye
Goodbye
I just want to be with you!
Goodbye
Goodbye
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