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

zjg-poetry’20