FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 149

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    Paul Ransom
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    I remember the flickering light, the bass drum deep and physical, the whites of your eyes, the way your hips moved – the promise of their exhausted, sweating sex. We felt so cool then; so hot, so untouchable. Now we watch TV and worry about the kids. Life turns. The tracks play out, the lights…

  • Love letter # 130

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    Paul Ransom
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    There was a time when I looked to the sky for fireworks. Now I look at you. You are where the stars burst. This is how my nights are coloured. The angels can stop their singing, the bells cease ringing – you are here beside me, where even oceans come to heel. If I once…

  • Love letter # 197

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    Paul Ransom
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    I know I hurt you. Even if I didn’t mean to. Things happened and…you know what happened next. I’m sorry for the mess I made, for my carelessness. And my cruel tongue. For taking some of it out on you. You ended up paying for things that weren’t yours. But it cost me too; if…

  • Love letter # 109

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    Paul Ransom
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    You of the light, shine beautifully on me. By the light of you – I am shot through. I am made of the stars you burn. And we are but vapour together.

  • Love letter # 188

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    Paul Ransom
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    Your fear comes pouring off you. It’s frightening. And such a waste of time. I was in your shoes once. It was awful. I took someone’s love and turned it into the burden of proof. No wonder my fears came true. Don’t do this to yourself. These things do not bear cross examination. Love is…

  • Love letter # 400

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    Paul Ransom
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    When I was there I could never have imagined being here. Now was not conceivable then. There was us. There was that. When a thing is burning – it is burning. And now: remnants. Things that once were. Not even bones – just ash. And silence. I look for your mark on me and find…

  • Love letter # 131

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    Paul Ransom
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    I came down in the rain to make this garden bloom for you. I swam across the sea to walk in this desert with you. I fell from the sky to stand beside you in the mountain air. I travelled through the terrors of time to be here now. Whatever dream I woke from, you…

  • Love letter # 160

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    Paul Ransom
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    What starts as a whisper ends in silence. Where there is a seed, dry leaves. I did not see you coming, but I know I will bleed when you go. The ghosts of the future are hovering in the lighted dust, portentous little sighs. Even in the thrill of this, their hatchlings are playing. It’s…

  • Love letter # 104

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    Paul Ransom
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    You came towards me in the coldness, in the warmth you went away. In the night, you slept beside me; in the day you drained away. You never meant to – that much I’m sure – but the light shone regardless, and all was transformed. You only wanted a kiss, not all this. But you…

  • Love letter # 391

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    Paul Ransom
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    We can never be sure; but we can still love. Who cares about the criteria? Aren’t we here now? Tomorrow will deal with tomorrow. We can just deal with the night.