FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 394

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    Paul Ransom
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    Do you remember? One day, I love you. The next, I can’t do this. Abrupt. The slap of sudden freeze. Crisp realisation. A blizzard of disorientation. Waking, barely believing, to the wrench of withdrawal. First, bleeding. Later, seeing. Whatever we hold today may be lost tomorrow; and those we know may be unmasked as mystery.…

  • Love letter # 206

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    How revealing – this sentiment. Such improbable sweetness. As though revived, years stripped away. All manner of purple poetics pouring out. Dammit, even goosebumps. The head has tried to intervene, to cool this hot flush down. But no – the heart is in the sky. Every day now. Flying to be with you.

  • I wish I did not feel for you

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    How much easier it would be, how neat and orderly, if I knew of a way not to care. You would be nothing more than another troubled soul. Sorry tale. Victim. Drama queen. Too much bother. Yet I have loved you, perhaps blinded by the beauty buried in the mess. Despite the darkness, the light…

  • Love letter # 908

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    It was like a veil of mist, or was it a shift in the breeze? A subtle moving through. An inculcation. By minute cracks you entered. Until I was full. And I barely knew who I was anymore. Released. Reimagined. Old forms upturned. How you destroyed me. How we found treasure in ruins. Today we…

  • Love letter # 25

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    In the golden light To the song of promise How gladly I would fall apart

  • Love letter # 574

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    Naïve, I conceded. Arrogant, you suggested. I thought my love would be enough. It was not. The anchor chains were heavier than my foolish affection. There was no simple wishing away, no kissing it better. We required something more resolute than passion. When things did not change, I did not take heed; and soon my…

  • Love letter # 790

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    It’s crazy how joyful I’ve become, how light I seem to be. A previously unrecognised weight has been lifted. Some days I float, and the air seems to pass right through me, as though I were at one with the world. It’s been this way since I met you, and I wonder now by what…

  • Love letter # 454

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    So now I kneel before hunger. Now I fly. Thrown from the ledge. Soon I will knock on your door. Then there will be a holding of breath. I will feel myself falling. It will seem like light. In that moment, I will know at last the hunger before kneeling.     

  • Love letter # 92

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    It lives in my body. The space. Not as pain or weight, but as gentle vacuum. And only when I look at it. Like now. Feeling you near and far. The sound of your name as I breathe it. Whispers in a half understood language. Tears of joy and sorrow. Swoon of separation. Writing these…

  • Love letter # 375

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    We held our breath, turned away for a moment, and the space opened out. Like resignation. A distance calibrated with wisdom, but billed in longing. For here we are…safe, cocooned, recovered. No more rushing of blood. No more blinding light. Yet, when I step out the door I still hope to find you there. I…