By Samarth Bhatkar
Your touch, my cheeks, a sense of serendipity,
In the 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 are forever a bruise.
My heart, body, and soul only search 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.