How Many… ?

by Paul Raworth Bennett
For a long-gone girlfriend who tried so hard to set me free.

How many?

How many ways can I ruin the eggs while you’re
Warming under the duvet?

How many ways can I mangle the notes while I’m
Singing your song out of key?

How many ways can I ink-stain my hands while I’m
Writing you some clumsy verse?

How many ways can I hold you real close while we
Dance to the light of the stars?

How many ways can I dodge through the crowd while I’m
Chasing your receding train?

How many ways can I plant a new garden while
You’re on a trip in the Spring?

How many ways can I fumble your bags
While we’re running back home to enjoy a few shags?

How many ways can we steam up the night
While we’re blissfully making up after a fight?

How many poems can I write with my tongue while you’re
Writhing around on the sheets?

How many ways can I spoon with you after we’ve
Come back from beyond the moon?

How many ways can I hold an umbrella while
Sheltering your hair from the rain?

How many ways can I caress your toes while I’m
Soothing your tired feet with mint?

How many ways can I dream about you when I’m
Asleep, awake, and between?

How many colours could I ever paint on the
Rich canvas that is your life?

How many?

Paul Raworth Bennett (first name only)

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