Fishblood
Undercovered, veiled encrypted you – your words are braille on skin. I’m puppeteered at night, strained in strings with bedsheets as from skin, veiled in hair I’m scissored curved a […]
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my lips are sealed
In token trust of whispered woes we wait, we wait in slipping silence darkness binds us to its secrecy. Tonight’s delight alone – secluded kiss my lips are sealed in […]
Morning secrets
this morning I woke early enough to fall asleep once again this morning the sun whispered secrets to the moon while I slept this morning I dreamt that, like the […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 