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Olive Oil in My Eyes

 

Green olive eyes were once extra virgin

The man with sky in his eyes

Would teach them how to fly

 

Cloudy day eyes are always eager

The woman with olives eyes remarked

She would show them how to swim

 

Both entrapped in unguent adoration

Soothed celestial spheres azure

Brushed the silky tawny sand

 

How slick, they said, it’s a ploy

a trick, a ruse, a trap

to steal the vestal maiden safe

 

Gentle porcelain skin pressed hard

Against fields of honey grasses

Creators of essential oils of them

 

Bonds that once existed emblematic

Ceased to crumple the galaxy

And a well-oiled duo evolved

 

by María Elena

3 thoughts on “Olive Oil in My Eyes

  1. Aunque me cuesta entenderla bien, los traductores no van muy bien para la poesía, me gusta. Un bonito título, España te está atrapando…
    Besos

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