FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 41

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    Paul Ransom
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    Now that I am in your light, now that I have tasted you, I breathe in the age old epiphany of skin. All this talk, all these symbols – they are meagre compared to the soft crush of surrender. My bottled urgency has gone to water. The sting has been excised. It took the merest…

  • Love letter # 89

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    Paul Ransom
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    You said: ‘How did this all start?” I said: “In the usual way.” Call it hope, call it plain old gravity – hell, you could even call it stupidity. We weren’t the first. Doesn’t everybody want to believe, if only just once? I for one loved the intoxication of star shine. And no, I don’t…

  • Love letter # 110

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    Having endeavoured to maintain a modicum of sanity I must now confess to abject failure in this regard. I look back across the gulf that separates me from my old self, and the mad river is you. Naturally, there are blessings: the coldness that surrounded me, the dullness in my heart – they have been…

  • Love letter # 24

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    For the times we had, I offer simple gratitude. I am profoundly grateful for the beautiful days and the satin nights. I give thanks for the times you called to tell me you loved me. I am blessed to have held you in my arms. It was my incredible fortune to kiss you. I thank…

  • Love letter # 45

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    Why the drugs? They allow me to use the mirror, they paper over the obvious. I honestly don’t know what I’d do if I stopped to acknowledge. Some people are stupid – they destroy what they love by oversight. More fool them. I was not so lucky. I torched the treasures with open eyes. It…

  • Love letter # 51

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    I saw a girl who looked like you; she made me tremble. With a trivial turn of her head, with an accidental glance, she took an old man’s composure and made wide eyes of it. She won’t even remember. I do nothing but. The children are playing now, the ghosts are out of their cupboards;…

  • Love letter # 17

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    Because I am no saint I can say this: I want you. I have thought and felt intolerable things. I have bitten my tongue so hard my mouth has filled with blood. I have struggled with the weight of hunger – tried not to let it show. By confessing this I am praying that you…

  • Love letter # 124

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    Paul Ransom
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    It would be much easier if I didn’t – but I do. For despite all my trying, all my regularly updated vows, I still sit in the place where we once lingered, vainly reaching across time, trying not to breath too loudly; lest the remnants be obscured. In every room, the archaeological record, barely buried…

  • Love letter # 33

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    The lovers are the kings, the lonely are the cherished, the forgotten are the exalted. And the beggars shall live in the palace; and the mighty dwell amongst the ashes. And then the angels will walk with the fallen – the proof being you. I do not know why you are down here with me…

  • Love letter # 76

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    There was a moment; that second when you… In that beat my fear turned to brightness, my resolve gave way to keening. You cut the brake lines. You sent me shooting through space. I was a willing sucker. I wanted it. I sang for the rushing of blood. I begged for the horses to be…