Author: Sanaa

All in all, a poem without punctuation,   a fist full of sky,  a […]
In the shadow of skyscrapers, the air sighs thin,  a whisper of gray, […]
Not a rose, not a red-lipped promise.  I give you a garlic clove.  […]
I have gathered them for you, cupped in my palms, their skins bruised […]
Your touch, soft as a breeze,  sends a zing through my skin,  a […]
I unlatch it with both hands, the old frame tottering, as if it, […]