
magenta of the heart
cobalt-blue of light in the soul
spirit of colour-hues
envelopes the floating pair
of soulmates
who left the canvas of chagall
over the roofs of paris
while fuchs loves sulphur-yellow
mornings at villa wagner II vienna
in the bath of his tub’s
marble sculpture with voluptuous
taps like boobs –
in midst blue rays of the poet’s
lonesome soul
frizzles the birth of a point
that grows with a bang from
within
can you fathom this cobalt-blue
depth?
or its height without a horizon
that renders it endless
just like longing
the strongest feeling in love.
love.evol
zoltanzelan
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