Perfume of you
You are scent of moss-rose, amber, dew a starlit sky, the daisy meadow late in June. You are sense of thunder, the wind that blew a bashful whiff of lavender […]
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Both life and cause of death
You’re butterfly effect — causality of songs, the meadowlark of summer days, the footsteps swallowed in mortality, an aftermath from nights and morphine daze. You’re both the timpani and piccola, […]
Safer in the dark
There is a certain coldness with the comfort of divisions; in the border of a window, I stay detached; I’m safe and covered cloaked by this, my darkest night. The […]
Need is moon
My need is moon: the way it silvers nape, your neck with veins pulsating, waiting as the paleness of my hands, as snakes are reaching; I’m a shadow; more a […]
Vanitas
I see in bones and marrow, broken skulls and crimson ink on parchment scribbled: words in vain repeated songs of harrow; cull of reaper: blood on pillow, chest that hurts. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 