I have tried to remove myself, but I can’t — Do you know I have tried to release myself from you, numerous times? In sincere presence, I repeated the Hawaiian mantra ho’ponopono but I got stuck on the I love you part — because I don’t need to forgive you, and I am not sorry for anything, and everything has already…

Do you remember closeness? — I can’t pinpoint when it started drifting away This bond that’s fading fast from lack of nurturing A sensation of slow decay seeps through its walls Where our sentiments turn into careful compost. Raging against the death of love, I cry urgent Though I suspect it’s but the familiar refrain Of…

A poem of self-love — Allow me to step in while you carefully stitch your heart back together amidst seductive streams in the stench of the city as you travel streets empty fiercely harbouring profound healing. I’ve contemplated the bubbling of sudden tears as you hear songs of autumn on the edge of town where you ring in…

It’s time to go — you turn me on like a light switch, you alone, but it feels almost insulting to use these words— it cheapens me to be paralysed by desire, incapable of speech, breathless, shivering scared of my own vulnerability that I try to mask. * it’s time to go— to the travel agents…

It makes me afraid — Why did you ask about the promise I made, just now? I am curious. When you asked me, eons ago, if I was falling in love with you, and I said “hell no”, you know I was being a child. Do you still think I made a mistake by falling as I…

By beginning this connection with me — In the curling of these words and our exchanges advancing fast, I can’t help thinking that you had pictured this success, materialised in the initiating of the dialogue, and I imagine you now feeling at once the weird shame —at having received exactly what you wanted— and the glory of victory…

Long lost, long lost — Nerve cuts in at this point to prevent me accepting the compliment —this is for the best, although it may be less nerve and more fear. Nothing is more sickly to me than the drizzle of complimentary tennis. It is a ridiculous and speculative way that I hope, but I just…

“Shall we get back to the Internet?” — It’s late and I drank whiskey to be calm, and now I’m fucking maudlin. I don’t care, but I am sorry for you putting up with my negativity and the endless crap I have to write to compensate for not being able to be quiet in your arms. I ate…

When distance becomes unbearable — I’m living dangerously these days as I convert my habits to reflect the particularities of your land— the fields I’ll live in soon, closer to you, forging my own path, reclaiming the parts of me left dormant by years of comfort. As you testify to my increasing presence in…

This is disgracefully romantic — Yes, more and more you may sense my desire, and clearly I have no reproaches on the matter, but forgive me you must for bringing this up first. I believe what you have sensed is actually what you are— a muse yes, and too late to leave. Are you…

You deserve better — Some days I am so magnificent you would love me, shining with a pride, comforter in jest, a proud path of actions running out to the sea like a dog and shaking wet hair over your opened book, but other times I am a grey stone filled with quartz crystals and not…

Riding bikes with you — For your last letter I was sprawled on a park bench next to an children’s square, empty, reading, switching the book between both arms so that neither becomes sore. The majestic tree that kept my face free from sun looked like the one you had drawn a few weeks ago, and…

Our is only a quest for more — It is possible to imagine a person un-materialized, without a confirmed knowledge of their flesh and bone, and the way everything is assembled? It is conceivable, treacherous, agreeable. So, there will be no turning back, nor any looking forward to, no merit, I think, in attributing this to pure chance. …

The story has already begun — “Light a candle”—I type quietly searching for the keys to write lovewords with in the blackened room as I find your body in the dark. I have seen you—the images of you and your trust for me. …

I am basking in your silence — Today it got ultra violet seared pink skin damage apart, I hate reliance. A long night tonight but cooler—ant formations on the quiet windowsill. Dammit, I hate reliance. Tomorrow’s intoxicants will rise anew, and a little more reliant on you. You are no groupie, you are smarter than all of…

I am hooked on your words — Reading you is not a task that I take time for— my time is hardly precious. Reading you is automatic, urgent, a vital necessity lest I be left, without this joy, in delirious syncope. Your words— an offering that I respect too much to even try to learn from them. …

The first time I heard your voice — the beginning of this correspondence is like a play with so many killer lines. but don’t let my voice leave you. strange— the most intimate moments we have shared and only now have spoken to each other. you swore on the phone and I smiled so wide. my swearing…

Help me breathe clear my love — Never have I encountered one as you are, who urges me to create quiet prayers day after day, so ferocious you are, and yet so still, quiet, giving the play time to develop into a slow-burning drama, and of consequence, I care not. Whether we shall spend real-time, time in…

A desire yearning for embodiment — threw my shirt on the floor ripped off my socks padding around cool tiles in oppressive heat — you know what I look like. here for you, mistress. for you, I’m an always yes. my jeans today look like the ones you wore in dusty magic hour as we slumbered close —…

I connect to you — It’s pouring now, drops so light and transparent, so, by the quiet night and the cacophonous echoes of my heart threading longing —I connect to you. And in the paper you chose, and the dark black ink, and in the music you shared, and the melodies you make, in your…