Too much
Once, when younger trying …in vainspeaking to girls;I stumbled on syllablesand couldn’t make sense,stitching intentionsinto sentenceswithout tripping on words. Only much laterI aged and was trainedinto tellingand tried to catch […]
Category Archives: Quadrille
Better of yourself
When you live and thriveto find your way, survive,you cannot cope for mileswithout a stranger’s smile;when in misery aloneyour heart will turn to stoneand in sorrow wither downso beam your […]
Lacking we yawn
Yawning in the lackof daylight, wishingour northerly nationwould have the knackfor proper kissingin mutual hibernation:always almost bedtimesleepwalk and stumbleunder overcast skieswith vitamins, enzymesin need to mumbleand pleading we cryJUST LET […]
Waiting for a hero
Her void of nothingnessis an airless roomis nil and zeroand ready to be filledas the perfect vesselwaiting for her heroto fill her beingin a place to nestleto reshape herselfinto something […]
Still life with cookies
I don’t needto be cuddled,caressedor cajoled by yourcomforting kisses I don’t craveto be cured fromcontagions of crush but if you coax mewith cookies or candyforever I’ll beyour captive,controlledby your cooking […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 