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 […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Fog-silenced
When the path leads onward over rocks and crags with only cairns to lead the way our hope of catching the promised view had diminished. We had started in the […]
Being Puddled
Remember once we confluenced converged as wateras the common tributaries;when we were humans, ocean-veins,gravitating in a commoncuriosity of salt; before we solitaired sheltered, swamped in COVID-angst while defying gravity swamped […]
Pregnant with wheat
You were never the honeysuckle scent laden with a lushness of lust, notthe blush of a rosebud released fromits dew-prison a morning in June. You are my breeze in the bending […]
If we would meet again
If we would bump into each otherI’ll play the chump you knew; pretend I wasn’t dumped by you. And if you’ll tell me “jump”, I’ll feign and fake for you; […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 