Fattest

Size up or
Size down.

Broadness, widness, fullness, WIDTH.
As wide as a tree's trunk.
Full as a full tub of Flora
Or Bertolli, the olive oli curvy alternative.

Full of flowing lines - round as a cloud.
Round. Not ight. Round and fat.
Fat as the moon and flat white.
But not flat. Not appealing hollow -
'Will you fill my hollow?' -
No. Cram yourself next to me
Shove me
Heave me
And I'll move. Just a bit. I'm trying
And yet dying
For you to touch me. Much flesh I've grown
To reach you, further away. Increasing
Body volume, as heart volume.

Won't you look at me? I know you can see me.
I am the mountain. I'm not going anywhere.
Lie on my mountainside, my curving slopes and
Rest with me.
Please.
I'll wrap you in warmth and let you bathe in the sun,
Stroke your white, light head and wish my own
Would rest with your own.

My pallid egg hands grapple and pull at dress,
Not quite fitting for a mountain body.
Drifting by, a waft of air, and touch.
Your smile is full and free and
Fat.