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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