Ode to Olive Oil
Posted: 23 May 2020, 01:14
Ode to Olive Oil
We could be standing on the north side
of the Acropolis under a cobalt sky,
a twisted olive tree leaning
towards us. It was here
long before we moved in, with silvery
grey leaves and feathery
white flowers. Tonight we'll enjoy
Bistecca alla Fiorentina
and a salad enhanced
with virgin olive oil
and a lemony vinaigrette.
At bedtime I'll stroke your hair,
silky from combings with warm
olive oil, and admire
your pretty figure, your dark
olive eyes--as Mozart once
took in his beloved Constanze. Ah,
if only the Greek saying was true,
sweetheart, I would fill our basement
with bottles of liquid sun.
You know the saying, how love
is guaranteed with a daily spoonful
We could be standing on the north side
of the Acropolis under a cobalt sky,
a twisted olive tree leaning
towards us. It was here
long before we moved in, with silvery
grey leaves and feathery
white flowers. Tonight we'll enjoy
Bistecca alla Fiorentina
and a salad enhanced
with virgin olive oil
and a lemony vinaigrette.
At bedtime I'll stroke your hair,
silky from combings with warm
olive oil, and admire
your pretty figure, your dark
olive eyes--as Mozart once
took in his beloved Constanze. Ah,
if only the Greek saying was true,
sweetheart, I would fill our basement
with bottles of liquid sun.
You know the saying, how love
is guaranteed with a daily spoonful