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She reminds me of you
Some things are known before they are known. Like winter; and the logic of its freeze. I felt her retreat…
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Love letter # 777
Nothing is owned. All is given. Or taken. The look in your eyes last night said as much. You once…
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Love letter # 550
So here we are on the brink of remembering. Serene progress interrupted. The flutter of ancient butterflies. The nausea of…
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Love letter # 677
Desire is a mystery I do not pretend to understand. How is it that we can have such an obvious…
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Love letter # 598
For a minute I thought perhaps I was in love with you. On reflection, I am simply becoming addicted to…
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Love letter # 533
When I look at you I become aware of the distance between hunger and feeding – which can be an…
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Love letter # 845
You come to stand, with calm deliberation, in my shadow, and from this well of darkness your light shines. A…
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Love letter # 520
I ponder the Sanskrit word ‘namaha’ – not mine – and I remember that all is given; like your love.…
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Lovers on the Belgrave line
Look at them. So in love. Or lust. He slumps, gawky teenager, back into the seat. She hovers, gazing down…
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Love letter # 644
We give all our love to the girls of memory, because they are never further than a thought away. They…
