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Susan K. Rowse

How Many

Listen carefully...
Then tell me
How does the clouds smell
When your love is flying high?

How many wet whispers
Bead upon my passions for you
Now that you are by my side?

How many raw nerves
And how many fingers flinch
From perpetual need?

How many breaths does it take
To breath me into your flesh
Zip me inside your soul?

How many hours of humming
How many digits weave and
How many appendages knot together
Before rest is near and sleep is offered?

How many seconds of imagination
Dreaming and blossoms
Will it take to grow our garden?

How many, my Love?