my warm hand
feel your hand in mine –
cinnamon smell
softness of my naked skin
on a birthday morning
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January 25, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings
Poetry and fiction by a physicist from the dark side
my warm hand
feel your hand in mine –
cinnamon smell
softness of my naked skin
on a birthday morning
Linked to Carpe Diem
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January 25, 2014
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Love that old building, but I would prefer it without the balloons…but I guess they are all oart of a birthday morning…..
Oh my goodness! This describes my morning exactly! My hubbie’s bday with cinammon rolls😃 and love.
Nice! I guess those balloons are part of the twist?
Sounds like a happy birthday…
Ooooh! Very nice 😉
Quite a birthday celebration!
happy b’day, Aquarius! 🙂 tons of inspiration and a splendid week ahead! cheers, Mélanie
Happy Birthday! Sounds like a nice one, Bjorn. 🙂 — Suzanne
A couple of twists there. nice stuff
A lovely birthday verse 😀
A beautiful ;birthday!
Is THAT what’s going on in that old house? 😉 Wow!
Clippity-Clop
What a great way to celebrate ones birthday with lots of love and cinnamon rolls (and a flight into the sky)!
Sweet and I hope you enjoy your specially birthday morning, smiles ~
something so warm and welcome in a cinnamon smell – hope it was a wonderful day!
A birthday to remember. Happy one if it’s yours.
Awaking in a lovely pleasance.
Wonderful Tanka Björn. Very sensual