Love letter # 79 Before you, I existed in complete and utter selfishness. For a moment, it seemed like I was alive. But life is more than feeding – it’s giving. And what is it you give to me? Permission to love. You are the cloud that says rain. You are the ocean that says…

Love letter # 55 Tonight, as I write, the warm air buzzes, voices drift up from the street. Down there, where I have just been, they are walking arm in arm – and I have lurched up the stairs missing you like mad. Wondering why; even though why won’t matter. I tell myself to forget…

Love letter # 10 Do I need to list the reasons? You in that dress What it shows – what it doesn’t Your incredible skin Your riverine grace My bloody hunger That deep toned “u-huh” Your effortless splendour My years in the cold Our obvious zing I could go on … but surely you know…

Love letter # 37 There is something altogether humbling about this. My various treasures are now trash, my victories hollow shouts. The smug assurance with which I swaggered through the world like some kind of deluded king is now a quiet shuffle – almost a hiding away. All the well-meaning therapies have failed and ‘perspective’…

Love letter # 41 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….

Love letter # 89 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 drink of star…

Love letter # 110 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…

Love letter # 95 Sometimes – the rain is just so … A mellifluous fat bellied mist. Like angel pearls parachuting. Almost too beautiful. Like you.

Love letter # 24 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…

Love letter # 72 And now … calm. The great quietness of aftermath. You and me not talking. Yet still you are the sun. Still you are the evening, the soft relief of closure. And your name is the in breath; the automatic motion of life. I love you without wanting. I want you without…