Hand on hand

Hand rests on  a hand on a heart.
Colors flow away from the hand
And rest on a darkness of room.

Heart rises abruptly from dress.
Colors betray your everywhere.
There are over and in the room.

(thinking about Rembrandt’s painting The Jewish Bride)

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