Money for nothing?
I might leave a larger tip if you bat your lashes and wink me tender. I might pay you well for impish grins, but then again, I might thank you […]
Category Archives: Quadrille
Making sure she is buried
The late Mrs. Emel Mackenzie always came early to better be able to notice the lateness of others, and hence at her funeral the pews had started to fill an […]
Contemplating the void
You left me early that morning in October, leaving only your warmness behind. I overslept, woke with a jolt, wondering where in the shadows you’re freezing. I made myself coffee, […]
Shipwrecked
When Cupid’s arrow pierced me; it only nicked your breast, but left me bleeding, lonely, scared, repenting left me to my precious mourning; to my seascape sorrow, frozen and marooned, […]
Warming up
I’m glacial, I’m frezing please giggle me warmer let’s sizzle together it’s drizzling outside. Spill me the best of those quicksilver grins, I’ll beam you my gems. Web me with […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 