FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Smitten

  • Love letter # 684

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    Paul Ransom
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    I want to go to the blue horizon with you. There is no place I would rather be, nor anyone I would rather be there with.  

  • Love letter # 654

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    Paul Ransom
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    This may not be true, yet still I find myself believing. Inundated by the sensation. Prone to fantasy. Might this be the dream that withstands the scrutiny of waking? Throw the die, deal the card, bring the storm. Here now, the fatalism of longing. I am not in control; like the author who lets the…

  • Love letter # 327

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    Paul Ransom
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    You are my solstice, the extreme instant, the full extension. This, perhaps, my act of madness. Here, at the edge, everything might buckle. How I wish it would. Oh now, if you will, obliterate the in-between. Devastate the daily for a second of wildness. There is no consensus here, no pale diplomacy. Scorch it in…

  • VIDEO: Love letter # 15

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    Paul Ransom
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    On November 28, 2010, we first posted Love Letter # 15 to this blog. Like the site itself, it was inspired by a woman we had loved madly. At the time of its original uploading, she and I were still (rarely) in contact. The fire had died; or rather, it was one-sided. An inferno in…

  • 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 # 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.

  • 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…

  • Love letter # 454

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    Paul Ransom
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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 # 348

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    Paul Ransom
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    With you…welcome, acceptance. Home. At last…seen, heard, believed. In you, I see my soul. The lighthouse. Here, it shines. Here. In the harbour, all oceans are crossed. In the quiet between us, everything is said. Now the distance contains our love. Now the mystery our knowing. There is no need for maps, nor excess confirmation.…

  • Love letter # 441

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    Paul Ransom
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    Come to my arms unarmed. How could I resist such surrender? Wipe clean the histories of ego and disappointment. Melt into your embrace. Into the euphoria of danger. Such irresponsible flight, so far to fall. All these bones for breaking. Now I risk it all for the swoon of such temptation. Here, torched bridges, lighting…