The Psychogeography Of Love Poem by Ioana Cosma

From the four corners of attention
from the seven seas of compassion
from the three transfixions in time
I gave birth to you and you gave birth to me.

The city became like pilgrims in time
the parks tokens of our passage
my homeland grew symbolic and soft
like the architecture of our encounters.

I saw your veins like rampant rivers
and your silhouette bathed in the sun
the sweaty streets of distance
the green gardens of delight.

The absent city was born from this perception
it is still in the making for lonely builders
take their time, walls crumble overnight and
the Pacific Rim is still far out of sight.