FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 116

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    We live in terrified times, so I find this hard to say. When I noticed you – wet and salty on the beach – water tracing lines over your incredible form, glistening on the synthetic sheen of your bathers…I was too afraid to look. I felt that if my gaze should linger not only would…

  • Love letter # 183

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    Paul Ransom
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    I walked in the splendid shadows just to be with you. I learned the songs of the seraphim just to hear you sing. And I swam in the silken sea so as to have your arms about me. When I feel that you are not with me, I look again, and realise that you are…

  • Love letter # 143

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    I wish you didn’t tempt me so – didn’t stand there like that. Or shoot that smile, shine those conspiratorial eyes. Sometimes, you lay your hand upon me and all my nerves are music, singing the electric song of you. Don’t say you don’t mean it. I know you do. You like the smell of…

  • Love letter # 169

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    So much beauty out there tonight. Almost unbearable. But it reminded me – as if I needed reminding – that whatever gift it is I possess, it is also my cross. The demon that shadows me is the same angel sent to save me. How grateful I am to be shown this; and for my…

  • Love letter # 78

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    These were the nights when I used to dream of someone like you. Now I walk with that ambiguous phantom: memory. Beneath the sound of laughter, deep in the smell of skin and humid air, ghosts of dead summers – the long faded evenings of your favour. Yet for all that distance, it’s all so…

  • Love letter # 129

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    I am trying very hard not to make it obvious. Failing badly. Something in your eyes, in the music of your voice, sets the horses racing. My blood gallops. Heart like a bass drum. But you’re not like the haughty princesses who know that every man is looking, whose painted smiles merely exacerbate their pretty…

  • Love letter # 88

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    Last night it rained like sorrow. Today the air is thick, every drenched flower sweet with scent. I move through the humid light and – wouldn’t you know it – all I see is you. I carry you in my thoughts like a half remembered song, and I find that I still move in time.…

  • Love letter # 196

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    You are like the connectedness of things: the invisible strings, the wideness of plains and the coolness of air, time stretched out like a ribbon of stars. I walk in your aura. I listen to your awesome quietness. Your breathing makes my heart beat. I am the blessed one – loving you like this. It…

  • Love letter # 152

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    Time having passed, things are clearer. You were running – from ghosts, from anything that reminded you, and I was the dumb bind holding you back. The more I loved you, the more you fought for what you took to be freedom. But now I understand – the freedom not to see is still freedom.…

  • Love letter # 73

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    You know that if you touched me I would most likely dissolve. Careful; some things are easily broken – like my resolve. The line between everything being as it is and the volatile fusion/fission of you and me colliding is no more than a word’s width. I protected myself with the belief that there was…