The flower of my soul. My LEGO counterpart. The cosmic string that makes me vibrate across the distance. The red flame that burns and feeds my heart. The pure psyche that kisses my mind. The vision of sheer beauty that heals my eyes. My Galadriel, my Precious. The Guinevere who sheathes my Excalibur. The marsupial goddess of love who treats me like a Tasmanian devil. The bolt that fits my nut and drives me nuts.
<< Midnight. June. June and madness. June and I standing at the station and kissing while the train rushes by us. I am seeing her off. My arm is around her waist. She is trembling. "Anais, I'm happy with you." It is she
who offers her mouth. >>
Anais Nin -Henry and June: From a journal of love.
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