FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 47

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    Paul Ransom
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    Sometimes there is a knife in me – and it cuts so beautifully. The rush of blood that follows is heady, like a delirious tide, and everything is pure yearning. This is how I feel tonight. Wanting you so. Aching like madness. Right now, I am a light source. Loving you. I am the river…

  • Love letter # 18

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    Paul Ransom
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    That song came on the air – you know the one – and I was plucked from the sky. In a beat I was back on your floor, lying next to you in a world we made up with secret signs. I closed my eyes so that I could see you again. Your gaze close…

  • Love letter # 97

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    Paul Ransom
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    Sometimes I feel like blaming you. Sometimes I wish I felt nothing. That would be a whole lot easier. None of this is what I think – it’s how I feel. In my polite, well ordered mind this is all perfectly ordinary break up stuff. You started off liking me and then something changed and…

  • Love letter # 6

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    I write this to say one simple thing. It is you I would choose.

  • Love letter # 39

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    Paul Ransom
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    Of course I wanted to kiss you. I couldn’t stop looking at your beautiful mouth. But there’s the careful, cautious thing. And there’s always fear. I do think you are ravishing, though…even if I pretend I don’t. I am just too scared to say it out loud. I get how pathetic that sounds. I know…

  • Love letter # 76

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    Paul Ransom
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    This evening, the sky was sublime. The water, it was shimmering glass. A silver sliver moon scratched a bright exclamation above, and the velvet air filled me up with scent and soft promise. I was a drunkard. Barely staggering. Would you be amazed to learn that all the while I thought of you? I almost…

  • Love letter # 301

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    Paul Ransom
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    I thought you might like this. I tried to write you a beautiful love letter but nothing came. No stupid angels. No overblown mush. You’re a bloody legend, mate. Thanks for putting up with me.

  • Love letter # 82

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    If ever I have cause to doubt – and God knows I do – I only have to hear your voice. Why is it that the mere fact of your calling erases all pretence? I like to think I have resistance. But no. One minute of you, and a veritable river of light runs through…

  • Love letter # 102

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    Paul Ransom
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    I thought I was the king of everything. Now I know I am nothing. The castle I constructed has weathered to a stack of old stones. Now I am poor and free. I wanted what could never be given – and in that wanting’s honour I served dreadful masters. Grasping. Jealous. Vengeful. My various masks…

  • Love letter # 35

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    Paul Ransom
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    Is it not true that those who live in the sky long for the ground? It could just be that I want you because you say no – because you are elsewhere. But could it not also be your beauty; bursting like bullets through walls? Is that not the real reason? For your eyes, they…