FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 231

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    Paul Ransom
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    It’s a beautiful time of year. Almost as beautiful as you. The scent of promise, the smell of skin, the bittersweet buzz of longing. This is how I feel you in my body. Alive. Electric. Deep. Wordless. These syllables are a proxy; nothing like the way I really feel. Right now, the light is like…

  • Love letter # 212

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    You drove a river right through me; pierced me with a parcel of light. Breath suspended – I was quiet inside – like the still of a beautiful evening. And when I inhaled, you flowed; and I was made of you, and you were made of me. And we became we.

  • Love letter # 198

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    Paul Ransom
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    Everything is about the self, but the self is no longer enough. I guess that’s why I’m here, tallying up the reasons to care. Looking at you, wondering if… I am not asking you to cure me of my vanity. This is not within your power. I am simply hoping you will let me love…

  • Love letter # 181

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    I get through the days okay – busy, busy – but the nights. I come home to the quietness, to air unruffled by you, and all around the scent of dust is gathering. There’s a barely discernible film over everything – time like wafers, geographic layers. Whispers slowly building. It looks the same, although it’s…

  • Love letter # 254

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    Paul Ransom
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    A luscious first night of warm rain. Everything glistening. Music from bars. Couples. Random slivers of song, temporary, like insects of sound. And somehow the air is sweet. I am nearly drunk on breathing. Which makes me think of you.

  • Love letter # 186

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    There are things we can never know. However, there is no doubt now. Tomorrow, next week, whenever – I cannot tell you anything about them. Only now. You are like the light after rain. You make everything glow. Your beauty transforms the world. This is how I love you. Today. I won’t pretend to mean…

  • Love letter # 112

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    Something has been re-arranged. The stars aren’t quite where they used to be. The order of things subtly shuffled. My easy control loosened. Like I’m lifted up; a feather on the breath of your favour. A knot has formed inside me – undone by your outstretched hand. Tied anew by your retreat. I want to…

  • Love letter # 295

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    You were the love of my sadness, and we were the lachrymose twins. How my sorrow loved you; sought you out in the throng. I saw your black star shining – jewel in the darkness. We fashioned beautiful little tears by its stark, dark light. It was like a dream. But then I divorced the…

  • Love letter # 191

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    You were my vespertine angel, my melancholy queen, and I was your lone hero, fighting the darkness on your behalf. But in the end the night still fell; and before the morning came, I had lost you to the shadows. Now the moon is my companion, and the sun is the cruellest of eyes. When…

  • Love letter # 147

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    Everything you heard is true. I did say those things. I was hoping to convince myself. I failed. In my pain I tried to hate you, to spill my guts like a shield. Easier to rage than to cry; to clothe my nakedness in lies. When the love I had could no longer be shared…