Sensory Overload

The sound of your rose petal blush sunsetting on your face Feels like my goosebumps dancing on the sky tops of my skin The smell of your mountain rain hair crying sounds like a mid-day summer shower The look of curiosity cuts in the middle of my gaze and feels like a conversation I can’t wait to have Your presence is such a gift to my senses I become overstimulated in nerves p.s. can we just pause this moment before the laws of dialogue are written…