If After All
If
after all I have endured
and have not learnt
how to tell you
I love you
I would have wasted
my life
the dark purple plum whose tree
I grew from a seed
and now hold in my hand
I would give to you
if I dared
before it rots
this is not a poem
until it is given away
not a life
until it is eaten
flooding our mouths with sweetness
and stain your chin
and the white cotton shirt you wear
in this summer heat
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