Her words were avenues
One can still go slowly on skis in the winter sun through brush where a few leaves hang on. They resemble pages torn from old telephone directories. Names swallowed by […]
Tag Archives: love
Simplicity of love
I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, […]
A crave once carved
A crave once carved on polished gneiss with lips and hips you met my piercing spear; your moan reverbs in rock, a memory embracing we are locked, perhaps in vice […]
Butterfly effect
Sipping syllables — your lips the butterfly effect of thunderstorms, the flutter in my stomach or the logic of imagined constellations. Still I crave your random kisses and I ask […]
Solstice sky
undulating gold — your hair a blooming field of solstice and rapeseed bloom your eyes — a sky without a cloud limitless perfume wild roses bloom your song is wheels […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 