The Power Of Dark Fruit

Your appetite for the exotic is well known:
Not for you the farmstand apple
Or peaches from a neighbor’s tree,
The walk in a sunlit meadow
Or a rime riche.
You have tasted dark fruit.
Growing in the occult regions of the forest,
It surprised you with the sweetness of its second-taste.
Now you will brave stinging nettles,
Carve amphimacer paths,
Drop to your belly like a snake to slink beneath brambles
If only you can have it again.