FREE LOVE LETTERS

Time and separation make little difference. You are burnt into me. What looks like perfect skin to others is the…

She reminds me of you

Some things are known before they are known. Like winter; and the logic of its freeze. I felt her retreat…

Nothing is owned. All is given. Or taken. The look in your eyes last night said as much. You once…

So here we are on the brink of remembering. Serene progress interrupted. The flutter of ancient butterflies. The nausea of…

Desire is a mystery I do not pretend to understand. How is it that we can have such an obvious…

For a minute I thought perhaps I was in love with you. On reflection, I am simply becoming addicted to…

When I look at you I become aware of the distance between hunger and feeding – which can be an…

You come to stand, with calm deliberation, in my shadow, and from this well of darkness your light shines. A…

I ponder the Sanskrit word ‘namaha’ – not mine – and I remember that all is given; like your love.…

Look at them. So in love. Or lust. He slumps, gawky teenager, back into the seat. She hovers, gazing down…