Plum
Holding you is like holding a plum in my palm
You showed me what red was
A color can be a shining light
Or a deep deep scar
Saw you cross the hallway in a mirror
The one I wrote you about
I fill pages with myself
To know myself is to know you
You turn my hands into stone
Upturned, fingers open
Every bruise and blemish
The mark of your creation
Upturned, fingers open
Saw one of us in a river
The one you wrote me about
The waste and the current
Made it hard to tell
Red river
Plum, stone combined
You showed me what red was
A color can be a shining light
Or a deep deep scar
Saw you cross the hallway in a mirror
The one I wrote you about
I fill pages with myself
To know myself is to know you
You turn my hands into stone
Upturned, fingers open
Every bruise and blemish
The mark of your creation
Upturned, fingers open
Saw one of us in a river
The one you wrote me about
The waste and the current
Made it hard to tell
Red river
Plum, stone combined
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Writer(s): Aidan Rogers
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