Laura Cozma

it’s strange how love inhabited us / two asymmetrical bodies one pushed to the abyss the other stopped at traffic lights, waiting for the Absolute the street’s echo penetrates the tips of my fingers all the way up to the …

we were born for the sky but on the Giza Plateau priests are looking for traces of life in the mastabas I watch you shaving and my gametes start playing the castanets the ship of Keops is floating backwards your …

black is the only colour left on da Vinci’s palette and La Gioconda’s tears are flowing from the wood she sometimes walked out of the picture frame and reclaimed it they made love until the canvas tore her smile was …

last night I thought of you for the last time you were conducting the sea with a brush and the ocean turned green and that inception the size of a grain of sand was filling with nacre love was born …

something in me urges me to contemplate the whisper of night into day like an avatar, the ink migrates from the Vitruvian Man you watch me the way a child touches a new toy you take shelter in me from …