My patron has graciously allowed me to share the commissioned poem I mentioned. Without further ado:
A raspberry in a thicket danced a merry bobbing dance
I, with two fingers thus, plucked it quick, that I might have
The red pleasure upon my lips, the taste sweeter as it bruised
And rolled it upturned on my palm until its hollow welled with juice.
Sweet berry, soft jewel there among the prickly, tattered brakes
Not green to hide, but crimson bright, too honest far to fake
To camouflage and disaffect and pretend at being sour
Even though a green berry would much longer survive its flower
Raspberry mine, to my delight, you showed yourself to me
Your purpose sure to please my mouth, to draw me near to thee
Berry, I may crush you, break you, pull you slow apart
But every appetite you feed brings you closer to my heart.