Black Olive
How the corners of my mouth      
Curl at the thought of you!     
How I prepare myself to face you,     
Protect myself against your foreign taste.     
You are like nothing I've ever eaten,     
Nothing I've ever desired,     
Nothing I've ever longed for.     
And yet I know I should eat you.     
I accept my 'no-thank-you' portion.     
In days ahead your taste will win me over,     
In days to come I will rejoice to see you,     
In days ahead I will eat you and enjoy you.