Unforbidden

I recognized you
the way a berry knows its vine
and I waited in the shade
for all of the fruit
to fall to the ground unchosen.

I had no interest
in being just a leaf,
and I couldn't have you view
my joy as thrift-store folly.

I offer to you my divinity,
and I feed on your purpose.
We have aged our potential
to perfection.

So let the Sun bring forth from us
what the world hungers for.
We are Heavenly delicious.