Sophia Naz

Ghazal; Skin

Mountain light ascending dunes of skin
Found desire’s battleground in ruins of skin

The koel’s call, liquid pillow, bottling
Our sorrow, cradled, spills in tunes of skin

Love makes us outlaws in zealot’s eyes
Hounded in the streets by goons of skin

Fasting eons yields an Eid sighting
Tongues tasting slender moons of skin

Lips I have kissed, arms that held me
Memory's vault hoards fortunes of skin

Life's midpoint, Naz pauses to reflect
Her hands, mirrors joining noons of skin.