Too Much

I like talking to you too much the way you think and dream and dare I like talking to you too much drawn like a flame pulls in air I like talking to you too much your depth and passion and charm I like talking to you too much unexpected wind the Chinook disarms I like talking to you too much spinning in your smile, catching in your laugh I like talking to you too much momentum of a wave caught in a photograph I like talking to you too much fingertips scrape for more but I'm talking to you too much even if it's only a whisper under the door