Love letter # 4 Mostly it doesn’t matter but when it does … it does; and it’s then that I realise how much I miss you. I pretend that everything is as it should be. I act the part of someone who has drawn a line. I have all the right language, all the appropriate…

Love letter # 23 C’mon you – let’s set fire to everything. Let’s dance where we’re not meant to. Let’s run through traffic. They can swerve around us. I wanna feel the blood. I wanna feel your skin. I wanna know you every which way. MOR is over – and this is the beautiful noise…

Love letter # 150 In another world, my love … in another world we still swirl in golden light. And in another sky we still soar, up on the updrafts, where all the little details melt to feeling. There is a place where you and I are king and queen – and there we walk…

Love letter # 11 I know it’s been a while but would it surprise you to know that I still think of you? Would you be amazed to learn that I still sing your name with shivers? Once all the hot angst of splitting had gone and I could feel again the soft melodic beauty…

Love letter # 92 These words are leftovers – barely shells – remainders – for it is the light I bathe in, the tide that takes me. To love is to breathe – for love is the beautiful verb. The instant eternal. Walking next to you, I stumble gladly upon that twin infinity. Lucky, lucky…

Love letter # 85 Yesterday, a friend of mine asked, “does it ever go away?” and I had to say that it didn’t. Even now, after God knows, my breath still catches. I could not, with any confidence, nominate the precise moment when you carved your name inside me but I can tell you now…

Love letter # 69 All the usual things got said – it won’t last, that feeling will fade – but here I am … loving you even more. It’s the little cracks in your act, the chinks in your armour, that little grumpy thing you do sometimes … these and other imperfections are the very…

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…