once you’d still know me
though in a different light and life.
This is no place you ever knew me.
But it would not surprise you
to find me here,
walking in fog, the sweep of the great ocean
eluding me, even the curve of the bay,
because as always
I fix on the land.
I am stuck to earth…these are not the roads
you knew me by.
But the woman driving, walking, watching
for life and death, is the same.
Sex must be mixed with tears, laughter, words, promises, scenes, jealousy, envy, all the spices of fear, foreign travel, new faces, novels, stories, dreams, fantasies, music, dancing, opium, wine.
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934
I like you; your eyes are full of language.