FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 236

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    Paul Ransom
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    It’s true, things could have gone differently. We both made poor choices, acted out of pain. In the end it was a mess. Yet, always within reach, the love that uplifted, that promised to redress everything. As much as we made it our excuse, it gave us flight. When we were close, truly together, we…

  • Careful, you may be having an impact

    Careful, you may be having an impact

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    Paul Ransom
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    Even in our shared anonymity, we are all someone Words & images © Paul Ransom Old love letters…so long buried in a box of mementos, for years unread, forgotten. Until – triggered by an upcoming house move and the consequent desire to offload surplus clutter – I rediscover them. For a few seconds I contemplate…

  • Love letter # 2509

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    Paul Ransom
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    Yesterday, when we knew everything, nothing could stop us. Ours was the miracle unfolding. Today, we persist in ordinary orbit. No longer at the centre of things. Not wild, not cool, not defiant. We are no one’s idea of anything.   Yet, even in our unromantic waking, a kind of dream. A slow, grey yearning.…

  • Love letter # 737

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    Paul Ransom
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    It is the people who claim to know you that have the least idea. Hypocrite that I am, I tell myself you understand this; that I sense it in your remove. Your covert fire. We met outside the lines, away from the party. In our exile, we knew. Not like them. That. Yet still they…

  • And it shall flow eternally

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    Paul Ransom
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    My final words will be your name. I shall whisper the syllables slowly. They will remind me of soft breeze. The nigh inaudible rustle of leaves. I will pause to savour the rounded sensation in my mouth; like the sweet opium plume, and the drowsy bliss of inhale…exhale. There, to the deepening bell of your…

  • Love letter # 111

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    Paul Ransom
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    You fell so beautifully, wrapping yourself around me…and I flew to you, nearly breathless, at once starving and sated. Everything else is detail.

  • 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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    Paul Ransom
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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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    Paul Ransom
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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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    Paul Ransom
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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…