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That Much

That summer that field
and she saying to you

how much do you love me?
And you sensing her eyes

on you and the warm sun
and the birds in the sky

and you opening your hands
like the one that got away

say this much and she pokes
your arm and says be serious

how much? and you widen
your hands and smile at her

and say this wide or maybe
the size of a horse and she

pokes your arm and says if
you can’t be serious then I’m

going back home and she
moves to get up but you hold

her hand and say ok ok the
sky is not wide enough to

contain my love the heavens
to small and she says shut the

crap and say how much and
you kiss her lips passionately

with a wet red hot touch.

poem by Terry Collett
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