Present-Day Poems – Page 8

Potion no. 9

Sanaa -

I have gathered them for you, cupped in my palms, their skins bruised […]

Sanaa -

Your touch, soft as a breeze, sends a zing through my skin, a […]

Sanaa -

I unlatch it with both hands, the old frame tottering, as if it, […]

Sanaa -

Do you see the poem happening to me when I look at […]

Sanaa -

Not the sigh of skin against skin, nor its echo, not the soft […]

Sanaa -

As in sleeping-drink spices, I loosen in the liquid-clear mirror my fatigued demeanor […]