Blind

All the love you offer
surrounds me,
a warm mist,
a cloud of butterflies,
sweet honey on my skin.
All the beautiful things
I could want,
the sparkling setting and
me as your gem.
But sometimes I am blind
to that sparkle,
straining my eyes in a
damp haze of selfishness,
choking on my lack of words
to tell you how good it is.
Frightened to death of
my capacity to
freeze or
crush or
wash it all away.

~February 23, 2010