Love letter # 312
It was one of the Bronte sisters: While I loved, and while I was loved, what an existence I enjoyed! What a glorious year I can recall …
That’s how I feel. Every spring is that spring. Every pretty girl is you in that dress – the sun shining through it, your body a magical silhouette. And every lovely song is like the trace of your beautiful sigh. These things never leave me. They are nothing like ghosts.
Until each and every one of my memories is finally and irrevocably exhaled, you still dance around me. And when I think of this, there is no bitterness, no sorrow – just a love as fine as mist – and the light that makes everything shine.
Love letter # 114
You can say it often as you like – I still won’t buy it – because the fear of pain is the fear of joy.
Okay, so you don’t want to get hurt. Who does? It’s just that we don’t get a choice. Every lover has a broken heart. Every lover has open veins. Only the bloodless never gush. And that’s not you. I can sense the yearning in your hands. Even your breathing gives you away. There’s a fire inside you, cold actor. It’s a flame in your eyes.
But sure – keep up the pretence. Talk yourself into loneliness. Like that’s not gonna kill you. When you’re sitting in your silent room satisfying yourself that you never got cut, look around you. You hear that emptiness? What you gonna fill it with? Victory?
I will spill every drop of crimson to see just a pearl of yours. Throw the doors wide. Unfurl the flags. Are you hearing me?
Love is like the ecstasy of surrender. Please don’t fight it. The fort you build to keep it out will only lock you in. And then I’ll never have you … And that just won’t do.
Love letter # 235
What if you find this? Suppose this is really happening – there’s a note left on a napkin. You pick it up. You look around – but I’m gone; but you’d know who I am. This isn’t about me, though – it’s about you. How beautiful you are. The way you shine. I know you smile for everyone but I love how you smile for me. I am most likely a fool – but I’d like to ask you out sometime.
Love letter # 106
Hunger undresses everyone. Desire is a great leveller. Even the Gods have knelt for a kiss. As I do now.
Your eyes, your mouth, the scent of your skin, your hair falling that way, catching the light … Yes, these are the things that undo me. My civilisation, the clever words I protect myself with, my damn restraint – they don’t work when you’re near me. Next to you I am the king of starvation.
So now you know. If I look like I’m burning – well that’s because I am.
I had hoped that my silence would last until you chose me – but here I am laid bare. Too hungry for secrets.
Love letter # 139
Today of all days. I should have known better; but I turned over that page and there you were – sudden brightness. Like a massive tide – and me floating. And everything. Absolutely everything. Until there was the light alone. And a silence like resting. And all because you let me love you.