Simplicity of love
I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, […]
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A crave once carved
A crave once carved on polished gneiss with lips and hips you met my piercing spear; your moan reverbs in rock, a memory embracing we are locked, perhaps in vice […]
What happened to the compromise?
Senseless scimitars of shadowed words Is it always black or white? He pander hate for highest bidder Politics consists of brandished swords Is it always black or white? what happened […]
Your evening gown
Trickling softness of your evening gown a riptide round your feet; your gaze awaiting tongues of transient waves — his hands. the lapping lullabies a riptide round your feet, your […]
How to wrap my words
In gold of dawn, when ink was river’s stream floating merrily among the silver trees verdancy of birches was sunlit dream But autumn comes with fading memories of diamond waterdrops, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 