Olive Tree

[TimeOut]

Great extended metaphor. Seriously bravo.

I typed a whole restructure of this poem only to see Brownie beat me to the point. To reiterate, keep all your lines that begin with 'your' together. Keep your 'I' stanzas together also. The two 'between' stanzas are so good together in parallel, so good choice there. That leaves you with two miscellaneous stanzas. One that begins with "My golden knife" and another that begins with "Sweet little fingers". Take note that you use "pale flesh" twice...I don't know if this is intentional.

You are a young olive tree.
Your two thin arms
are two thin twigs,
bearing much fruit.

I pluck twelve olives Why twelve? I could definitely be missing the symbolism here.
from these branches,
and press them for oil.

Your leaves are slender,
shaped like the fingers
of the hot sun.

Your trunk is sleek,
unspoiled by time,
leaning slightly to the wind.

Your skin is crisp,
skimpily covering Skimpily is so out of place in this poem. Bark is not skimpy, but even still, the word skimpy sucks.
your pale flesh of wood. The wood is not pale. The flesh underneath is pale.

I run my fingers
through every crack,
thinking of my oven
which is fueled by your wood. Lose 'which is'

Your roots are graceful,
rising and falling
into the earth like sea-waves. Lose 'sea', just 'waves' works.

Between two round knots
near your tall stems,
a perfect cleft sits.

Between two round knots 
near your long roots,
a perfect hole sits.

My golden knife Is this stanza beginning line change intentional?
strips these spaces
of their bark,
revealing the pale flesh beneath. Pale flesh works here.

I spill, on the bared flesh, You need a new word for 'flesh'. Third time you've used it.
libations of oil,
freshly-pressed.

Sweet little fingers Once again, you deviate from your first line structure, and honestly, you could do without this whole stanza.
slither from the mess
into my eager nose.

Your white flowers dance
to the joyful song
of the west wind.

I whisper a prayer
into your crown of sun,
giving thanks to Aphrodite Aphrodite = beauty...
for your heat. Heat ≠ Aphrodite. I don't know what association you're going for here.