Paint Me

I breathe between brushstrokes forged
by gentle hands - unyielding. 
In the hunt for my finished form
Dripping colours join and ripen. 
Hear your muse croon as I come
Crashing into focus - shaped
In panting paints on quivering 
canvas, to be unmade again.
Just a woman in her 30s
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