Walk, Jog, Run

My weight is a snake wrapped
round and round

A lover who grows and holds me
embraced and faithful.

In the green space I must endure
three miles each day to escape
tough love.

No doubt others see me
with kind and tender eyes.
You aren't fat they say,
because I'm tall.

Or faded pretty. My feet
eat the miles as I
pass the store. Why is
the line so short

Always during exercise?
Ice Cream so delicious, sweet
and soda a dark brown kiss.

Wilendorf Venus my breasts and
belly cry out for passion and sugar.

While I run as snake squeezes me
round and round.