The White Knight On Lilla Strömgatan IV
breath settlesmemory thins to glass
they return
he in white
hair like a dark strike across light
eyes burning without apology
she —
cat-nerved, language-bright,
a blade dressed as a girl
autumn slides into winter
repeat entry
like fate practicing
music. carpets. glowing faces.
too much beauty creates a kind of fear
america happens
then i come back
their kingdom
two cats like thoughts at the edge of speech
rooms humming with unspent possibility
and then —
brightness collapses
castle → bonehouse
love → fever dream
radiance → sleepless body in a cold room
she leaves
he stays
some stories don’t break
they dissolve
and you only notice
when you wake hungry
in a city that no longer knows you
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
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Written on 2025-11-02 at 15:10
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