Your insight palaces

Your insight palaces invite me to enter a world of richness,

careless caring and slow harmonies.

The touch of your eyes beneath my skin covers me with heavy flowers,

As I pass by, as I walk and dance for you it elevates my soul to the universe

You own bright and sparkling colors, I own browns and nudes, but together

We reach the colors of  warm distances.

Let me express how much I imagine the touch of your body, the texture of your hair and the sound of your voice talking to me about wisdom and despair.

Something is shaking, something is crying just like a born baby, pushing the walls of your body.

But you wont spit it out, you wont tell, you will stay there pretending just to look at me, I have to keep up with the immensity of your looks and I can’t do otherwise than love you much.

Bianca Brass