Is it ever too Much

Too much!
was that the cry Twist made?

when the calf weaned , did the cow say  too much
when the sow bred, did the boar say too much
when the chocolatier made fudge for the kids,
did any say Too much

and when her One
kept on and on
deep into the blazing night dark
None heard her cry "Too much"

and yet and Yet
It can be  Sometimes

azure blue seas, green frond palms
white sands, the polyps on the shore

She cried out as He tore the tissues
then quietened
as He soothed her brow

Soft waves lapping at her flesh
waves?  those were the lines of crawlies
invasive - pervasive
His own come to inhabit
                       and They did