One Of The Funniest Things I’ve Seen All Day. Thank You Internet.

Got myself a little something the other day. 😍

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]

Intriguing idea - not sure you will be able to find this unless I drop major hints. I’ll give it a while and see if you surface. (And in my mind this is like Excalibur bursting from the lake. Which then takes me immediately to watery tarts throwing a sword. Then straight downhill from there.)

Perhaps just a tiny tag.

Oh to have a love who holds my heart the way he wants to hold my body.

Vitas Luckus (1943-1987) Together | About 1969 | Vintage print |

“And so it seems I must always write you letters that I can never send.”

— Sylvia Plath

… And you may find yourself in another part of the world

And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile

And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife

And you may ask yourself, "Well, how did I get here?"…