FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 845

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    You come to stand, with calm deliberation, in my shadow, and from this well of darkness your light shines. A magnificent, obliterating luminosity. The ramparts of ego are dissolving, washed out in the beauty of this newly blinding brightness. Now there are no details to cling to. Only the wave, as it moves through us,…

  • Love letter # 520

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    Paul Ransom
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    I ponder the Sanskrit word ‘namaha’ – not mine – and I remember that all is given; like your love. There was a moment, like a door, when you sat beside me, and I was not who I was the moment before.

  • Lovers on the Belgrave line

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    Paul Ransom
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    Look at them. So in love. Or lust. He slumps, gawky teenager, back into the seat. She hovers, gazing down into his eyes, the light bright in hers. They are soft, plump like buds. The air is imbued with their desire. Flowers and honey. I catch my breath, stop myself from obvious swooning. In the…

  • Love letter # 644

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    Paul Ransom
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    We give all our love to the girls of memory, because they are never further than a thought away. They walk beside us in the fiction of our conjuring, where our hearts are always true. Though we may be sexless and alone, we feel the rhythm of their sway in the beat of our blood.…

  • 10 years without sex

    10 years without sex

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    Paul Ransom
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    NB: The original version of this piece was published on our sister blog, As if You Were Listening, and you can check it out here if you wish. However, given that sex, (or the lack of it), is at least partly on a love theme, we thought we would also share it with here at…

  • Love letter # 529

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    Paul Ransom
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    Is it realistic for me to harbour hope, to imagine a future including you? Much as I would like to say yes, when I wake from the dream of your beauty, truth is the sober eye. It is clear to me that I could offer and you would accept, and that for a short time,…

  • This is not a love letter

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    I cannot say if I love you, even though I speak the words. Perhaps I am simply obsessed, searching for validation. Maybe I want to control you, to somehow force your attentions and affectations onto me. Or this could be primal, the grind of genetic impulse overriding all objections, doing whatever it can to convince…

  • Love letter # 516

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    It’s true, I look at couples and see us. And there is a fracture in my heart. Hairline, but there. Like you once were. Before I chose. Of course I wonder; did I chase one thing and end up with another. Is this the mirage of my longing? I wanted this – whatever this is…

  • Love letter # 516

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    Perhaps all I ever did was pay attention. After all, that’s what beauty is. Noticing.   

  • Love letter # 572

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    Paul Ransom
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    Your light is the colour of possibility. In your luminous arena I believe. Here is the spring, unfettered by inevitable autumn. As I walk in the shine of your promise I feel you near; around the next bend. We will see one another, and we will know, and there will be a radiance, erasing distinction,…