if only you could see me now

Bella Fawzi

rose petal snow
hiding the cobblestone lane
basket full of afterglow
no umbrella for the rain
cramp inducing laughter
soft eyes meeting mine
calling from the hilltops after
no god is this divine!

hair clip slipping
from skipping all over town
drenched dresses dripping
if only you could see me now
each morning one can start afresh
knives dug into figs and plums
rather than into flesh
how subtly change can come

chestnut tree branches frame
a tender twilight sky
i was never going to stay the same
i’ve watched the winter die
posting letters full of love
ink stained fingers linked
embraces fitting like a glove
smiles ever so distinct

mellow words shared evenly
sunlight shavings listen in
enchanted bodies dancing freely
the chance of boredom paper-thin
our hung up dresses damply sway
to the cool air’s serenade
while as a painting here we lay
ceaseless in the blissful shade.

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Bella Fawzi (Egyptian and Dutch) is a reader, a self proclaimed notes app poet and a 17 year old girl. She has been living in the Netherlands for over 10 years now and is an avid lover of nature, fruit, the moments in the margins, the moon and good conversation.