Love letter # 41 Now that I am in your light, now that I have tasted you, I breathe in the age old epiphany of skin. All this talk, all these symbols – they are meagre compared to the soft crush of surrender. My bottled urgency has gone to water. The sting has been excised….

Love letter # 89 You said: ‘How did this all start?” I said: “In the usual way.” Call it hope, call it plain old gravity – hell, you could even call it stupidity. We weren’t the first. Doesn’t everybody want to believe – if only just once? I for one loved the drink of star…