The Sensorium

I spread myself too thin sensing you,
spent too many moments tracing your layers with my skin,
cast too many glances at your imperfections with my eyes,
accumulated too many snippets of the sounds of your existence with my ears,
savored too many bites of the flavors of your being,
took too many whiffs of your fragrance with my nose.
I spread myself too thin sensing you,
so much that sensing you was all I could do.