Poems of the Week

Out on a Limerence

by Iris Herriot

“‘Desire in one of its rawest forms’: what do we know about limerence?”
The Guardian

Oh, what do we know about limerence?
Last week I’d not even a glimmerence:
Now I know it’s desire
Of a kind that is dire;
More a scorch of the heart than a simmerence.