Enslaving
Come closer,closer than cuddledundo our clothes,touch me, ticklebrush me lightlywith fingertips fiery let lips be fusedturn me slicker, sillyknead me, rub me,burn me fervent,faster, faster… tie me tighter.smothered in silkforever […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Bridge by reading
Books are often bridgesrickety and narrowreaching over lightyearsof space and timean arrow inkedin blood and sootfrom mind to mind. Books can bridgethe sea and desertsover rivers, bordersinto bedrooms, kitchens,into the […]
Mountain memories
Soon dusk and dawn will embrace in gloomy twilight, it goes so quickly after the autumn equinox. The past weekend we escaped briefly to see the mountains tinted in fall […]
Still life, closer to equinox
Still, a solemn while, a bit of summer lingers,and slowly morning fog is wrecked by sunshinebut birds have left and only crows are singersat autumn equinox the darkness conquersmy heart […]
Homewrecker
Dashing donna, luscious ladyyou, you, youdevourer of hearts.I cannot forget only forgive, causegorgeous girlin yourinnocent ignorance, you,you leave in your wakehomes,smashed up and brokenwhile you,you like the westerly wind,moves over […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 