the ocean is my olive
dry, evaporative clear
it is dim and green like dusk
a wet husk for liquid eyes only
your face lit by a lamp,
a snow-globe's glow high on a shelf;
slowly you turn this way
your eyes are hollows of love
olive in my ocean, clear and spry
my olive lies over the ocean
oh, do not let my olive die
YOU ARE READING
parallaxis
Poetryparallax /ˈpærəˌlæks/ noun 1. an apparent change in the position of an object resulting from a change in position of the observer 2. an appar...
