Love Letters

“I will cover you with love when next I see you, with caresses, with ecstasy. I want to gorge you with all the joy of the flesh, so that you faint and die. I want you to be amazed by me, and to confess to yourself that you had never even dreamed of such transports. When you are old, I want you to recall those few hours, I want your dry bones to quiver with joy when you think of them.”

From Gustave Flaubert
To Louise Colet


“Dearest – my body is simply crazy with wanting you – If you don’t come tomorrow – I don’t see how I can wait for you – I wonder if your body wants mine the way mine wants yours – the kisses – the hotness – the wetness – all melting together – the being held so tight that it hurts – the strangle and the struggle.”

From Georgia O’Keefe
To Alfred Stieglitz


“Today I’m doing it to feel the pleasure you don’t yet know, of turning abruptly from friendship to love, from strength to tenderness. Tonight I love you in a way that you have not known in me: I am neither worn down by travels nor wrapped up in desire for your presence. I am mastering my love for you and turning it inwards as a constituent element of myself.”

From Jean-Paul Sartre
To Simone de Beauvoir


“Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know if that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you are me. Finally you somehow caught fire. Remembering that one extinguished fire with clothing, I took an old coat and beat you with it. But you were different from before, spectral, as though drawn with chalk against the dark, and you fell, lifeless or perhaps having fainted from joy at having been saved, into my arms. But here too the uncertainty of trans mutability entered, perhaps it was I who fell into someone’s arms.”

Form Franz Kafka
To Milena JesenskΓ‘



by Gina Wood