fruit of the willing

The fruit of the willing
upon my lips shall love drenched
kisses leave dewed halos
The harsh break of daylight shall
not shred such hope born feeling that
should lie dormant and unspoken.
And the clear unvarnished light o love in your
eyes will not be relinquished
to the harsh glare of morning truths,
should night entranced dreams come to bear
the fruit of the willing


And if by chance my stay be overlong
remember me by the night and don’t forget to
praise such names as mine to the stars
that my hopes be forever
synonymous with such passionate endeavors
as my heart yearns to reciprocate
when the pass of night precedes a new
day, and fevered night must eventually breed
cool dawn and dispassionate day

And remember onto you who would so
easily and gracelessly accept such fruit as is that
of the willing, that though tender feeling
be seemingly given without thought
love lacking remembrances are a sad substitute
for true emotion and passionate refrain
And if again your countenance be turned away
at such times as would provide a balm to
a seeking spirit, think of such times as
love would provide you and always
keep such fruit near and dear


My Passionate Regards
angel of the morning