Your Fingers, the Paint
by Zamzam Ahmed
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Let me volunteer
To be your blank canvas
Let you fill me with all your colours
All the reds of your anger
The yellows of your laughs
The blues of our pain
Let you paint me
Touch every curve of my body
The arc of my spine
The curve of my hips
The bend of my lips
So you may forever remember me
Taste me
Touch me
Simply
Remember
Me
For the women I am and will be
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