City Love Poem by Johann Thorarensen

City Love



Razorblade in a key
in a hand
to someone's heart
if a keyhole can be found.

Cuts and bruises
skindeep
no broken bones
in a body walking on.

Holding, holding on
to shadows
in fading dark
in the alleyways.

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Johann Thorarensen

Johann Thorarensen

Akureyri, Iceland
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