Olive grove

Paralysis
In my body,
My mind with steam,
Still there, with you,
To the extreme
Of that huge table;
The table in which, you,
You looked at my eyes,
Fixedly,
To tell me
Your love… . it’s oven.
I lost,
Without controlling my pain
And it, in all my being;
My flesh still,
Recumbent, for your heart break.
And now prefer to look
These olives
Lead me
An open pit, just for me,
All the goddesses
Olivareras my jungle.