I kissed you so hard
cars crashed on the highway
near where we parked hotly.
I kissed you so long you thought
you received a lifetime sentence
and your lips would get no parole.
From where you lie, a canvas
on a far wall glows ochre—
encaustic ground, a mottled surface
smoothed over linen.
You hear the scrape of cauterium
spreading the warm custard
A woman is weighty
when big with child
when heavy with matter
she is light
when pettite as a model to let
when small as an empty sweete