FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 385

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    There is a scene that has remained with me. It is autumn, the air is turning damp. The light a misty gold. We are standing outside your house. You smile at me. Kiss me politely. It is a promise. I float into the gathering night. I adore you. But it goes no further… Years later,…

  • Love letter # 461

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    Of course this is ridiculous. It’s so out of step with the modern age – still loving you after all this time. I can almost see the look in your eyes, the shake of your head. Why don’t you just stop!? Why don’t I just stop what? Thinking of you with tenderness? Feeling that incredible…

  • Love letter # 344

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    On a short break, lingering at the café I usually go to, and all I can think of is you. The colour of the sky, the edges of chill in the pools of shade, the goldening of leaves. Just like the autumn of our wanting all over again. The promise not quite realised. The moment…

  • In the absence of everything but beauty

    In the absence of everything but beauty

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    Only in mine eye shalt thee be one, For mine is the eye outside, The eye that is not an eye, The seeing that is not seeing. The knowing that knows nothing; For I am the I that is not an I. When you look at me, what will you see? No – not even…

  • Love letter # 470

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    It doesn’t take much. Just your name. Spoken, thought of or written down. Four letters to let loose the storm. To break the night open. Smash the atoms. Destroy the ramparts of denial. For you are the end of my arrogance and the beginning of my nakedness. You are the eviscerating force that reduces bullish…

  • Love letter # 329

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    Facebook told me it was your birthday, so I posted the usual blurb on your Timeline – but it said nothing about how seeing your name and remembering you triggered me. With a thought I was seventeen and seeing you again in the gold autumn light after school. You were so close to me but…

  • Because we wanna ride it to the end

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    You said, how was it we found each other? I replied, because we wanna ride it to the end. We know this now. It’s been confirmed a thousand times. It’s why there is an ever growing space between them and us. Why they snitch. Talk behind their hands. Smile in that condescending way. Take pity…

  • Love letter # 433

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    I was enveloped by you. Saturated, as if by monsoon rain. Just to be near you. To watch the rise and fall of your breathing. To see the exquisite detail of your lashes. To feel the warmth of your form and the gravity of your presence. I did not need words for it then –…

  • Love letter # 328

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    It happened a couple of days ago. It wasn’t a surprise but it did burst a bubble. Intellectually, knowing it is one thing. Emotionally, seeing it so clearly demonstrated is another. Hope and fantasy thrive on denial, on pretending, on maybe maybe – but they cannot be sustained when reality is so unwittingly played out.…

  • Love letter # 350

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    We are, both of us, old enough to understand that some things can’t be fought. Neither will they be solved or made better with wishing, ideology, or just ‘going along’. It’s true – I could simply use you for the sex and kindness you are offering; but then, what happens when the deed is done…