Limerence

By Samarth Bhatkar

Your touch, my cheeks, a sense of serendipity,

In my phosphenes I notice your silhouette.

My love, your warmth, is a forged reality,

Dreams of infidelity I don't regret.

Your hands, my waist, is the start of our love,

Limerence is brutal in several different ways.

My scent, your taste, I can't get rid of,

Neither the memories of those illicit Sundays.

Your clothes, my room, as good as curfew,

Betrayal and disloyalty is forever a bruise.

My heart, body and soul only searches you,

Ignoring the reality I now finally see the truth.

A blink of an eye changes everything forever,

I am cursed for life since my hand was promised to another.

By Samarth Bhatkar