Being sand for you
Let me be your pebble — seashore-polished, rolling, resting softly in your frothy wave-embrace — you my tear-salt ocean, you my kelp-girl, crested lady let your seaweed loose and play […]
Daily Archives: October 21, 2019
My maimed heart
When midnight moonlight spills its river in our lake where from your arrow, freshly picked from Cupid’s quiver maimed my heart and tainted marrow infected with your lust and burning. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 