Drink Me In

To see something is to drink it in.
The senses absorb a tiny fraction
and allow the rest to pass by
unnoticed and unimportant.
To feel something;
the flaws, the texture, the warmth
is to experience it.
When I run my fingers through his hair,
we connect.
It slips through my thumb and index finger
and I gently stroke his scalp;
the lumps, scars, and ridges
tell the story of you.
And I drink it in.
I shiver under the cover of darkness.
My body relaxes and I sigh,
feeling the comforting pressure
of your hand on my thigh.
The tears stream down my cheeks
and my body shakes
and my heart is numb
to the pain of this world.
And you wipe a solitary droplet
from my face, and I feel love.
A fraction of a second where the world is right;
and I drink it in.