My mist of thoughts
I remember words, as pebbles, beads unstringed, as waves of thoughts, impressions leaves and sieved from tarns as silver, moonlight spilled. “You said it wrong. It never was like this […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
As dreams inhaled
Touchable as dreams inhaled, the silence darkly sensed, a breathless pause between a scream, and whispered lies. “I didn’t mean to hurt you” Your fingertips are moths, softly scorched attracted […]
From another war
From hungry soil, from mud of Flander’s field see shell-shocked souls and poppy’s flown, in cries from clay of Sommes, Verdun, from rats and lice from smell of soggy uniforms, […]
Searching for beauty
See bare the branches, boldly starkagainst the ghostly garden rot;it’s lure of leaves have left, to knotsand fits, my fists are folded; darkmy heart is hunger, heckled fromthe clotted clouds […]
Unwrapped
Friday belly-dancing, we whipped- cream-screamed; in a what-if-dreamed de- lighted darkness-holler candle-lighted-giggling si-i-i-i-gh oily mess-mass- aged & sweetly sweated lusty ex/stacied a-moaned ent/wined… or no. BUT we pil(low)talked shy of […]
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