Went to a gallery with the girl
and I couldn’t keep my eyes on the walls.
She was infinitely more interesting
than oils.

She had cheeks like Botticelli
collarbones like Picasso
and breasts like something from Cézanne:
not mountainous landscapes, but fruit – the softness of an avocado.

You couldn’t capture her with paint
but you could build a frame
like a cage
around her edges, still life.

I know it sounds dark, but
the woman is a work of art.