Prohibition years
I remember, in daylight pretending, be straight and dependent. Breadwinner and accountant, but as soon as the gaslights were lit, I was drawn to speakeasies where bourbon and flappers gave […]
Monthly Archives: September 2020
Before we fade
Tickling petals gently wet dewed as butterfliesmay flutter, high on sunsets, we will softly silk-sigh, skin-to-skin, thigh to hand,tit to tongueupwards we can sin to merge impaled;we, my love, weshall […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 