Pale gold of May
The wild, wild wind tore me gentlyshaken into roses for my late delight,it held me to her bosom;beamless through the stonesin a tumultuous song,and saved for us the first kiss, […]
Lasting kiss
Still at night upon my lips, an aroma dwellsand I sleepwalk into secret chambers whereI tiptoe in the warmth you left and it smellsof flowers, bloom until I have to […]
No-thing
It’s not in its melodyit’s neither from violin nor timpanineither from the woodwind weepingnor in the cello’s sobbing,but in the merciful silence,that tantalizing temptationof nothing , right between the last […]
The Beastiary
Dusk is a demon with tender tentacles,slowly he slithers behind you,ready as ever to lovingly gag youin his fish-scented breeze. Night is a monster with cordial claws,calmly he clatters behind […]
I turned away
I went across the landingto the court reporter’s deskthe room was darker than ever,her arms were bruised there alone near the back she had a small throat as if she didn’t mindfinger marks […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 