Left
Left behinda little letter signed; I’m left bereft; I’m singed; I’m scorched; I’mleft begone and you for me a river drieda trickling tributary lost;my heartbeat slowingsluggish bogged, I sinksubmerged I think I loved your liesbefore. […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Dolly
Meeting for breakfast at their restaurant was a bittersweet but silent end. The waitress, Dolly, greeted them with her usual smile and they found their table by the window. “I got […]
Flight over New York at twilight
From the mireof my dainty day-dreams,are my snow-flakeswaxing tentacle-tender snarlingas slowly as the pleasure of pain. Behold these my lucid farrows, eluding the grappleof my waning graspas pearls from tissue,mud-born prickling,piercing the wild […]
PAINtress
Leisurely, you paint in utmost carewith circling fingertips on tingling skin inducing galvanism of craving,magnetic fields connecting currents fierce enough to yieldcrack my carapace, let firmness melt let soft grow […]
Low pressure
The tapioca-sky keepsher secrets close to her bosom, she stays silent,plucking her eye-brows, brooding with thunderhead tongue, but when I deal she says“no”, sits speechless and smiles. Is she contentwith a passable pair […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 