And As I Dig Into My Daydream About Us - I Ponder If I Could Ever Share You Were You Mine To Hold. Could

And as I dig into my daydream about us - I ponder if I could ever share you were you mine to hold. Could I obtain enough time in your arms, open continuing exchange of the lingering gazes we can’t help but share (the ones that feel like oxygen to me) to reach the point of satiated security in “us?”

The knowledge that regardless of what beauty or wave you might wander off in search of, that our connection transcends any threat of permanent disconnection? Knowing that just a hello in your ear would call you back to my bed? Your ears hot between my thighs…

Or would I selfishly gulp from you? Your mouth? Your thoughts? Your beauty? Your laughs? Making up for what now is more time I’ve known the loss of you than I ever knew the love?

I wonder

May 5, 1931 Journals of Anais Nin 1927-1931  [volume 4]