Not vanilla foreplay
Moonlight spilling silver on your double poster bed revealing ivory of your white shoulders under delicate lace and pale linen. Your soft hair is parted to reveal a tantalizing nape, […]
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Spoons and brooms
Outside the supermarket the same beggar sits in the same place every day, He peddles wooden spoons and brooms, but I never buy anything. I wonder how this life can […]
Left by the tiger
In my childhood I was a fervent worshipper of the tiger — tipsy from its raging scent, knifesharp, jungle-supple; I was shadowed by its fearful symmetry, teeth and paws; But […]
Thirteen ways of looking at blackboards
I. Two lonely lines on a blackboard can be both beginning or end. II. The attar wrung from a rose can be sensed from a poem scribbled in haste on […]
Honeysuckle
It never was because she kissed me, when we were drunk on seaweed, or the way she cuddled me in furious perfume. It wasn’t even love that night. It was […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 