FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Smitten

  • Love letter # 114

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    Paul Ransom
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    I have you in my blood now, sticking to my skin, hovering like the weight of space in my chest. We are far apart, yet…you…physically present. Like the soft glisten of gold summer in slate hard winter. Aching quietly, I vault the sea in frictionless fantasy. Then, with relief – with a recognition that defies…

  • Love letter # 12

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    Paul Ransom
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    Anywhere. Anytime. In any language. For any reason. Without caveat. That is all. Nothing else.

  • Love letter # 284

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    Paul Ransom
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    It is one thing to imagine, another to be here beside you. Reminiscence may be sweet, wistful, but presence is powerful. I blink, rub my eyes, just to make sure it is so. Yes. Now you are all around me, as though I never left.

  • 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…