📃 Daily(ish) poem → 00321 ◊ Olives ◊ A. E. Stallings
Olives
Is love
so evil?
Is Eve? Lo,
love vies,
evolves. I
lose selves,
sylphs of
loose Levi’s,
sieve oil of
vile sloe.
Love sighs,
slives. O
veils of
voile, so
sly, so suave.
O lives,
soil sleeves,
I love so
I solve.
—A. E. Stallings
—found in Olives (2012)