FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Smitten

  • Love letter # 86

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    Paul Ransom
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    I climbed the misty hill to feel your rain about my shoulders. You settled gently on my skin. I walked along the forest floor to hear the sound of your life around me. It filled me up with song. I was tempted by the fruit you grew. When I bit your sugars flowed. I swam…

  • Love letter # 183

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    Paul Ransom
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    I walked in the splendid shadows just to be with you. I learned the songs of the seraphim just to hear you sing. And I swam in the silken sea so as to have your arms about me. When I feel that you are not with me, I look again, and realise that you are…

  • Love letter # 73

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    Paul Ransom
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    You know that if you touched me I would most likely dissolve. Careful; some things are easily broken – like my resolve. The line between everything being as it is and the volatile fusion/fission of you and me colliding is no more than a word’s width. I protected myself with the belief that there was…

  • Love letter # 231

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    Paul Ransom
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    It’s a beautiful time of year. Almost as beautiful as you. The scent of promise, the smell of skin, the bittersweet buzz of longing. This is how I feel you in my body. Alive. Electric. Deep. Wordless. These syllables are a proxy; nothing like the way I really feel. Right now, the light is like…

  • Love letter # 254

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    Paul Ransom
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    A luscious first night of warm rain. Everything glistening. Music from bars. Couples. Random slivers of song, temporary, like insects of sound. And somehow the air is sweet. I am nearly drunk on breathing. Which makes me think of you.

  • Love letter # 186

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    Paul Ransom
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    There are things we can never know. However, there is no doubt now. Tomorrow, next week, whenever – I cannot tell you anything about them. Only now. You are like the light after rain. You make everything glow. Your beauty transforms the world. This is how I love you. Today. I won’t pretend to mean…

  • Love letter # 112

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    Paul Ransom
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    Something has been re-arranged. The stars aren’t quite where they used to be. The order of things subtly shuffled. My easy control loosened. Like I’m lifted up; a feather on the breath of your favour. A knot has formed inside me – undone by your outstretched hand. Tied anew by your retreat. I want to…

  • Love letter # 235

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    Paul Ransom
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    What if you find this? Suppose this is really happening…note left on a napkin. You pick it up. You look around. But I’m gone; and you know who I am. This isn’t about me, though – it’s about you. How beautiful you are. The way you shine. I know you smile for everyone, but I…

  • Love letter # 106

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    Paul Ransom
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    Hunger undresses everyone. Desire is a great leveller. Even the Gods have knelt for a kiss. As I do now. Your eyes, your mouth, the scent of your skin, your hair falling that way, catching the light. These are the things that undo me. My civilisation, the clever words I protect myself with, my damn…

  • Love letter # 160

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    Paul Ransom
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    What starts as a whisper ends in silence. Where there is a seed, dry leaves. I did not see you coming, but I know I will bleed when you go. The ghosts of the future are hovering in the lighted dust, portentous little sighs. Even in the thrill of this, their hatchlings are playing. It’s…