You were ember to my icicles,
You, adventure
and a scent more forceful
than your wet footprints
on the hard-
wood floor from bath to me.
You were braille
on vellum for my fingertips,
spellbound luster, burning
so much slower than desire.
You were warmer plum, a butterfly
that night of obelisks and firework
when we were falling deeper,
deeper, deeper further in.
Psyche by Auguste Rodin
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November 20, 2018
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Oh my!! This is so sensual and I absolutely love your descriptions: “that night of obelisks and firework” is probably my favorite line.
There’s a hint of sadness in this, something past. Perhaps it’s always like that.
That 1st stanza is tight and sets up anticipation and longing for the deep night. Lovely, steamy work.
The hard-wood floor gives a sense of place to this that adds a dimension. The use of enjambment there also gives another layer of meaning.
I like the metaphor of braille to fingertips.
Really lovely Bjorn- you do this so well.
knew you’d be good at this…
One night? Dang. Don’t waste all that plum yum on just one night. Spread it out and eat it every day!
Perfect title.
Yup, you aced the eros, brother. You hooked me with butterflies exploding into sexual fireworks that night of obelisks, and for some reason the image of your loved one coming to you wet from a shower left me aroused and interested.
Oh, this is beautiful! The “ember to my icicles”, the “braille on vellum for my fingertips”…….gorgeous.
Wow! I want what she’s having 🙂. That was amazing and so sensual.
Nice tribute, love poem, Bjorn. My favorite lines are, “you were braille
on vellum for my fingertips.”
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Ember, scent,braille, warmer plum- love the stirring use of senses Bjorn~ That last stanza of the night is splendid firework of a poem.
Whistles!!💞 This is beyond gorgeous, Bjorn! 😀
speechless but it had the intended effect. wow.
Wow. I wish I could write like that. Tastefully erotic. You nailed it! I especially like “…burning so much slower than desire.” Damn…
Bjorn, captivating piece, loved it. Here is the pinacle for me – “your wet footprints on the hardwood floor from bath to me”… a bathed nude body is glorious to see, enfold, and consume… nice write…
The best thing about this verse is how it evokes the touch of things (braille, vellum, fingertips, warmer plum), of the firmament of this desire and ecstasy. And the rhythm matches that of lovemaking, in its sweet anticipation and action. Wonderful writing, Bjorn! 🙂
Ah, you went with embers too – and icicles, of course! I love the lines:
‘You were braille
on vellum for my fingertips,
spellbound luster, burning
so much slower than desire’.
Fabulous
So rich with the dance of becoming — drenching us all with those final lines.
Intense indeed!
WOW, your words spin magic. I can read this again and again.
love how you mixed the context/wet footprint with the sensually abstract
“You were warmer plum”
braille on vellum – so vivid! I could feel that, along the feel of fingertips reading my lover’s skin, simultaneously. Very nice.
‘wet footprints on the hardwood floor”…this detail anchors the poem! so, it does get hot in Scandinavia, well done..JIM
Beautiful and sensual with a hint of sadness, as often there is in love.
those footprints are a prelude of pleasure to come, how beautiful are those feet that carry love to you
A stunning piece, Bjorn. one to be read over and over.