I am a lover

I will love you in a letter

very late at night

I will love your name

and the musk of your skin,

did i ever tell you 
that your hands

are like those of the ancient gods

I will love

the symphony of your warm long breaths

and your name that is a sweet prayer

I will love you

even when my letters don't reach you

when i am just a hair clip on a dresser,

a patch of yellow paint on a grey wall,

an old postcard pressed in a diary,

just a name rolling out of your mother's tongue 

I am a lover

I will love you even after they bury me

and long after
when I am nothing but the soil under a tree

I am a lover, By Madiha Shams Khan