Tis fruit as sweet as love
For which I gave my all.
It carries not a scent
Intended to enthrall.
It teases tongues like so,
Disintegrates to dust,
And aptly lends its name
To strong- and wanderlust.
Taste the fruit of freedom
So fleeting in its core,
So much beyond my reach.
Twas much that I forbore.
Regret has no firm grip
But rather, waits inside
Sipping coffee black
Contended to abide.
But no, I tasted fruit
Which few have known like this.
I carry with me life
In frosted daylight's kiss.
I tasted sweet surrender
In arms which gave me peace,
And orchards full of life
With unhindered increase.
postscript
Non-traditional form poetry for NaPoWriMo day two. Some fruits are worth giving up all else for. Philippians 3:8