The Fruit Thief

Some sweet thing scooped
caressed
Honey, marshmallow, marzipan
Eased stickily from my breast
with our best times

I understand but do not care

You filched my plums in Armagnac
Rum soaked cherries, bauble bright
Plump pears for perry making

Now my fruit trees have bare branches

Old bread, cold meat, a square of cheese
these days may pass for adequate fare