A berry planet

 the mulberry hangs from the tree a planet
ripening toward the afternoon
a subtle observer whose mouth waters
would see the transition
patience a currency

the berry turns slowly losing its redness
and forming fat bulging black juicy balls into itself
a planet so edible for the gods we don't we are
such sweetness on the blasphemous tongue

such a forbidden feast
to devour an entire planet and still have space for more