Purple hazed
In my myopic gazeyour drizzled apparition —is purple to my failing eyes;ghostlike, veiled in rainyou, a rainbow specterwho brail to sunshineonly to my probing fingertips. You were never sunshineexcept when […]
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Beaches and babes
Back from the countryback to school and laterunder the streetlightswe’re meeting and greetingboombox is blaringjumping and stompingdown by the cornersharing with buddieswe’re daring and tellingof conquests in summersunburned we’re braggingof […]
Your chaos
Passion cannot be measuredwith the scent of a tea rose in June,it cannot be toldfrom the first breeze at dawnnever to whisperbut screamed at the top of your lungs. Passion […]
My Lilith?
There was,a painted ladywith lustrous copper hairbeckoned, peacock me,with tempting vice transactionsBut, now much later I wonderWho lured whom?Can I find the answerin my silver-banded hairstreak?Was the lady a small […]
Modern pilgrimage
A modern pilgrim does not need a sacred reason for his or her journey. There are no bones of saints involved, but yet I believe a long hiker today shares […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 