Olive Tree

[Brownie]

Yes it it very beautiful and sensual if you imagine the tree as a woman. Pleasure passing from one being to another. No offense as I get that. But then I keep snapping back to a a person being sensual with a tree

It is often that a woodcarver will extract for their craft. Lather their finished product with oil to bring out the grain, and seal for protection. But have sensual thoughts in the process? Maybe....

Now to the structure. I understand the interaction between the person and the tree. But for the sake of flow, how about focusing on the tree first, then the person, then back to the interaction. Just a thought on flow such as this:

You are a young olive tree.
Your two thin arms
are two thin twigs,
bearing much fruit.

Your leaves are slender,
shaped like the fingers
of the hot sun.

Your trunk is sleek,
unspoiled by time,
leaning slightly to the wind.

Your skin is crisp,
skimpily covering
your pale flesh of wood.

Your roots are graceful,
rising and falling
into the earth like sea-waves.

I pluck twelve olives
from these branches,
and press them for oil.

I run my fingers
through every crack,
thinking of my oven
which is fueled by your wood.

Between two round knots
near your tall stems,
a perfect cleft sits.

Between two round knots
near your long roots,
a perfect hole sits.

My golden knife
strips these spaces
of their bark,
revealing the pale flesh beneath.

I spill, on the bared flesh,
libations of oil,
freshly-pressed.

Sweet little fingers
slither from the mess
into my eager nose.

Your white flowers dance
to the joyful song
of the west wind.

I whisper a prayer
into your crown of sun,
giving thanks to Aphrodite
for your heat.