THAT MUCH.

A LOVE POEM

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.