lumberjack

dear john,

you are my favorite lumberjack..... cupboard...... duet..... caller of wolves..... humble peasant..... kite..... broken window..... velocity..... single malt..... jungle..... mirror..... morning coffee..... storyteller..... black hole..... puzzle.....

Postmark: Newport, July 3, 1819

Ask yourself my love whether you are not very cruel to have so entrammelled me, so destroyed my freedom. Will you confess this in the Letter you must write immediately, and do all you can to console me in it—make it rich as a draught of poppies to intoxicate me—write the softest words and kiss them that I may at least touch my lips where yours have been. For myself I know not how to express my devotion to so fair a form: I want a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair. I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days—three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain. But however selfish I may feel, I am sure I could never act selfishly: as I told you a day or two before I left Hampstead, I will never return to London if my Fate does not turn up Pam or at least a Court-card. Though I could centre my Happiness in you, I cannot expect to engross your heart so entirely—indeed if I thought you felt as much for me as I do for you at this moment I do not think I could restrain myself from seeing you again tomorrow for the delight of one embrace.

But no—I must live upon hope and Chance. In case of the worst that can happen, I shall still love you—but what hatred shall I have for another!

(no subject)

dear joan

i wish you knew what i know
i wish you loved how i loved
i wish you were here right now
i wish...

AMR

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh… And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

3 am Eternal

Dear Joan,

Your beautiful smile lights up my world and makes me feel alive.
Holding your hand makes me warm inside. Thanks for being you x

Secret Thrill

Dear Joan,

I feel like your secret thrill that no one else is allowed to see.
No record shall exist and everything will be denied yet my love for you just grows and swells.

When our eyes meet and connect in the way that they do we are the only people who see it but I feel the electricity deep inside me.
It's as if we're making love with sight, enjoying foreplay in a flutter.

I try to remain calm keeping the burdens of others lies and loves buried where you cannot see or have chosen to ignore them.
You are my secret thrill.
The girl that I adore.

Lay down Love

Dear Joan,

One kiss
one touch
is all I need

your hand in
mine to hold me close
my cold heart swells

the river lights
the midnight bells
your beauty grows

i lay you down
and gently kiss
the face i love.