Kilig

Love makes you do strange things

It colors them with a burning hue you could pull them out of a crowd in a whiff

Makes you sniff out the remnants of their cologne in an empty room

Remember every word, every syllable, every half smile, and every giggle

The frequency of their blinks

Their favorite drink

Unconsciously

You take them in, whole, when you can

For the short while you won't be able to

It makes you avoid their gaze to hide what your eyes audaciously cry

Move about restlessly, so you won't get hypnotized to your swoon
It makes you laugh louder than usual, when they jest

To muffle the quickened pounds in your chest

And the vibrant carnival of panic and zest happening beneath the still pond that is your skin

You try yourself as you lay at night, for the way you have been too manifest

In your infatuation

And time stops for a few seconds when they unfold from the mist of your imagination

A jolt of ecstasy and nervousness palpitate between your stomach and throat

They set fire to your insides and you could swear the line "I love you" has melted and evaporated into a seething cloud that battles to get out, breaks all seals and roars with a loud peal to finally get caught between the tip of your tongue and your incisives

And you try so hard to hold it right there

Before it betrays you ,

But it only looks like you are awkwardly curt when they ask you how you have been

And you answer tepidly that you are good, with the shortest breaks in your breath that you can afford

Lest the words you so dread they flee, break free from bondage and run absurd
To embrace their temples

To bed in their dimples

Poems of longing
And vale

Love makes you do strange things

Unrequited love, that is.