Artist Out Of You

Artist out of you

I felt the urge to write again.
It lied in the strands of your hair,
the flash of your teeth
the warmth of your hands.

The ink that had once dried
around my bones
bled through each pore of my body that night
and glazed the paper with grace.

You made these hands a messenger,
once ever so lost,
who had found their letters
and were sending them home.
So tonight, for the first time, I write.
For I have lost time to find
on the surface of your skin.
Let me scribe with love
in newly discovered ways
and I’ll make an artist out of you.

Ramsha Rizvi