Bedsheets
This intimate night is dear to the silver of moon-spill on bedsheets, to the manners of starlight to perfume of sensitive skin; this intimate night has been gifted to us […]
Tag Archives: poetry
Leather on lace
Gently you claimed me with fire on skin, to fingertips brushing, to sandalwood songs; you guided me slowly to sunrise and sins. Who could you blame if loving is wrong? […]
When building a cabin
It is never the spike but the hammers that cause the damage from strikes; while breaking the laws and resilience of timber to build you a cabin burning warm in […]
Leave a light on
When you leave me, please — spike my gloom with silver sickle of a waxing moon and in the wake behind you please — trickle pebble stars to guide me […]
Almost like crying
Lacklusterly l linger, slowly skyward gazing trying to find shapes of dreams I’ve lost or just a little depth in the gormless grayness of these listless clouds. I read the […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 