Kept in your keep
Bind me tightly, silkroped to the kneeling of your craving. Keep me secret, padlocked to the sliver of your heartbeats. Strip me naked, tightroped to the turrets of your passion. […]
Category Archives: Quadrille
My maimed heart
When midnight moonlight spills its river in our lake where from your arrow, freshly picked from Cupid’s quiver maimed my heart and tainted marrow infected with your lust and burning. […]
Treason-theft
The final night before she left; before I knew, how thin the ice can be; I had no clue about her treason-theft; safe and sound I slept. Awoke alone, I […]
Extinction of dreams
‘How dare you? You have stolen my dreams and my childhood’ Greta Thunberg Extinction of dreams with your waging of wars, is worse than the screams and the rage from […]
When the locusts eat your liver it may be too late
It’s not the species dying, lost or extinction in itself, but the locusts, and the pestilence that will follow in its wake that might change your mind (when it’s way […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 