Love letter # 677 Desire is a mystery I do not pretend to understand. How is it that we can have such an obvious and emotional connection, and be so close, and yet you look right through me? Once, I would have tried all manner of contortions to build a fire. Now I do not…

10 years without sex

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Love letter # 529 Is it realistic for me to harbour hope, to imagine a future including you? Much as I would like to say yes, when I wake from the dream of your beauty, truth is the sober eye. It is clear to me that I could offer and you would accept, and that…

Love letter # 697 Now that I have seen you, I cannot un-see. Until today, you were a name in a group chat. Tonight, you are the lingering sensation of a fine-boned handshake, a picture of wide open eyes, and the thought of coffee-silk skin. Did you hold my gaze for a moment more than…

Love letter # 959 You. In those sunglasses. In that lovely black dress. In my room. Me. Beside you. Within you. Lost. We two. A singular choreography. Like solo piano. Dusk and vapour. Breath and dissolving. You in the half light. Me revealed.    

Love letter # 522 Last night, dreaming, I was in your arms. I felt the satin warmth of you. Your pressing solidity. This morning, awake, I wonder which is closer to truth. Conscious distance or REM embrace? When you return this afternoon, how shall I meet your eye? What, if anything, shall I see in…

Letter to the passser-by

You caught me looking. I can imagine your reaction. Dirty old man! I will not undress for your gaze. Your sneer left a barb in me. It smarts; yet is not a wound. More like a bruise on the world. I did not see an object, nor play a scene in my head. Instead, I…

Love letter # 465 How much evidence is required before bold declarations are broadcast? How long to wait before saying aloud that which is screaming within? By what metric do I reach such heated conclusion? Perhaps if we did not reduce everything to the reputedly rational, I would not be in this fix. This missive…

Love letter # 720 I desire you now as I did not before. I desire you now as I will not again. My desire changes each time you move. For as you move, so are you changed.

Love letter # 473 However much I would like to talk to you, I am sabotaged. Perhaps it is shallow and silly to admit, but I am befuddled by your form and flow. Words catch and break. Mature demeanour disintegrates. I get sweaty. It’s terrible. The irony of your beauty is that you will most…