Somewhere I have never Travelled

I re-discovered one of my favorite poems today. Although I suppose I use the word "favorite" in a strange sense here... I like the poem for its expressiveness and it... it just has an explosive comprehension and depth that I feel I rarely find. It is probably for this precise reason that I sense myself at a certain distance from it--I find it fascinating, yet at the same time I'm compelled to feel oddly uncomfortable. It's by e.e. cummings and I believe he wrote it to describe the relationship between a couple, (in a romantic sense) but I suppose my personal interpretation is wider than that. I think it's entrancing...

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are the things which enclose me
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
that the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands