Blind and In Love

I don't want to have to dig,

just to find out that you're deep.

I want to smell it on your skin,

and feel it; purposefully.

Open hands, arms, mind, heart.

Too much to take in at one time,

so it will linger like radiation.

And when I talk too much,

you'll listen.

But you'll make me stop, sit, silence.

Not empty, but buzzing and overflowing:

electric.

And I'll drink it in, because the less I talk

the more you'll speak to me.

In so many ways I am too much, too little.

But you'll take what I have to offer,

and I'll smile in my sleep.

When you're gone I'll pull pillows close;

breathe in your smell.

Your thoughts are beautiful,

and smell like rain.

It's what I see with my eyes closed that I love most;

You are my senses.