Leather on lace
Gently you claimed me with fire on skin, to fingertips brushing, to sandalwood songs; you guided me slowly to sunrise and sins. Who could you blame if loving is wrong? […]
Category Archives: dVerse
Swedish Carnival
No parade for us, no flesh of thighs exposed, (it’s way too cold) no dancing in the street (we’re not so bold) no saints or idols on display (we rather […]
When building a cabin
It is never the spike but the hammers that cause the damage from strikes; while breaking the laws and resilience of timber to build you a cabin burning warm in […]
Leave a light on
When you leave me, please — spike my gloom with silver sickle of a waxing moon and in the wake behind you please — trickle pebble stars to guide me […]
Nocturnal sustenance
3 AM I woke up sleep- less, high on heart- beats, belly aches and moonless mania; at break of dawn I sighed, I dressed & went surviving back to work. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 