Dec 2015
Dear potential lover*
When you fall in love with me
Make sure to love the way,
my face dulls on gloomy days;
like a rose in autumn.
And fall for my muddy brown eyes,
that take you to worlds with distant skies;
eyes like fields of adventure.
My stretch marks, scattered simultaneously,
like strokes of a brush set wild and free;
their colour of clouds with silver lining.
Fall for my unpainted nails, the plain sort
stubby, and cut almost too short;
nails made for playing in the soil.
Love my tummy, un-flat and not so lean,
the kind you don’t see in magazines;
a tummy with gentle hills.
Admire the way I look,
lost, snuggled up in a book;
the way I stare at the trees,
my fine hair playing with the breeze;
love my excessive day-dreaming
and my serenity on afternoon walks.
Dear potential lover:
Love all of me;
My perfections
and my imperfections
and my perfect imperfections.
Shayma.* .
When you fall in love with me
Make sure to love the way,
my face dulls on gloomy days;
like a rose in autumn.
And fall for my muddy brown eyes,
that take you to worlds with distant skies;
eyes like fields of adventure.
My stretch marks, scattered simultaneously,
like strokes of a brush set wild and free;
their colour of clouds with silver lining.
Fall for my unpainted nails, the plain sort
stubby, and cut almost too short;
nails made for playing in the soil.
Love my tummy, un-flat and not so lean,
the kind you don’t see in magazines;
a tummy with gentle hills.
Admire the way I look,
lost, snuggled up in a book;
the way I stare at the trees,
my fine hair playing with the breeze;
love my excessive day-dreaming
and my serenity on afternoon walks.
Dear potential lover:
Love all of me;
My perfections
and my imperfections
and my perfect imperfections.
Shayma.* .
