Honeysuckle
It never was because she kissed me, when we were drunk on seaweed, or the way she cuddled me in furious perfume. It wasn’t even love that night. It was […]
Category Archives: Quadrille
Air and us
This night — starstruck cold Alone and bared we stare; sky in palms swaying silenced for its symphonies: we and air. You egg me darkly — play on puff of […]
Fire-feathers
You say that ash is all that’s left and yet — watch how fire-feathers flicker still inside the pyre of our past. You only have to blow a single kiss […]
Kindle me
Once on fire — now I’m cold I burned too long and faded out — a hearth of ash and longing. Come kindle me with kisses — kindly wrap your […]
Cindered heart
Dark, this burn of afterwards a glacier growing, vacant void, too drained, too cold is this: my cindered heart. Once it flamed, it blazed for bliss of worth, but ash […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 