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Kilig
Poem by Mariah Wilson
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Kilig
Poem by Mariah Wilson

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Kilig (Tagalog) – The stupid-silly rush you feel immediately after
something good happens, especially when it comes to love (like after
accidentally bumping into your crush.)

Kilig

by Mariah Wilson

You smiled,
and a thousand fireworks
exploded inside me.
I remained calm,
swept my hair behind
my ear so my fingers
would have something to do
besides reach out to you.
I almost couldn’t contain myself
when our conversation slipped
into an easy rhythm
like friends have.
My insides endured
a thousand little earthquakes
as I fought urges
beyond your comprehension.
Time passed like a movie
in slow motion
but every part of me
raced and rushed
and vibrated
in the most amazing,
aching way.


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