Cursed to crave,

In a garden of delights

Full of round and luminous

Shades of red

Falling free from the branches

–

Enfolded in green

And overgrown with hunger,

Feral vines wind high

Serpentine and tight

–

So begins the greedy gorge

Of the eyes and the ears

Of the nerves

In a romance of flavor and fragrance

–

A quiet smile,

Unfurls itself with ease

Beyond the milestones buried

Under blankets of moss