Forbidden Fruit

Forbidden Fruit

I move slowly among the ripened fruit.
Alone on this day, the orchard and I are one.
In ancient orchards of my family I work.
Among fruit swollen with water and sun.

Needing laborers father has sent for them
to gather the fruits now ripe and gold.
Among them one highly prized has come
His face both fair and bold.

Night has come and coolness with it.
The smell of the fruit now rests upon our skin.
Be mine my love and stay with me.
A secret harvest lies in your tongue and deep within.

Now each chalices for the other.
Passions pressing and overflowing.
The wine of love stirred within us
urgent need is quickly growing.

I kneel before you in awe of you.
Worker of the field most highly favored
My breast quivers within me to know
that it was I for which you labored.

I drink to you my love, my heart.
You may take of all that is mine.
It was God who sent you to the orchard .
For you are sweeter than any fruit of the vine.

Kimarie Freeman

June 29, 2009