YEARNING…..
There is something about olives….
Cylindrical, smooth skinned, damp
Securing one in my mouth, I suck gently on its walls
Letting the salty, loamy flavor sink into my tongue’s taste buds
I close my eyes and see a distant land,
Filled with sand dunes and an oasis in the distance
A lone olive tree grows there
Bearing the fruit that touches my senses
Near the cool water that refreshes my soul
And you are standing beneath its shade
Waiting with arms open for me to return
Is this altered reality or a lesson in dreaming?
Copyright Michelle Beckham-Corbin 2010
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