bionicfemme

I can't remember the last time i've had such an early curfew. I must now go to sleep immediately so that I look decent for Claudia's arrival tomorrow. I have to get up at 5 fuckin' o'clock in the morning for work/primping for the arrival...I would NEVER get up that early for anybody else but Claudia, lol. I am a sleep addict. Actually, I will just sleep for as long as allowed, it's a really good way to waste time when you know you're supposed to be doing something productive.

I'm pulling out all the stops...my blue corn facial scrub mask, everything. Tomorrow, I must be without flaw. Damn.

I will see you all tomorrow, when I am flailing about at 5am in the eye of the storm, preparing for C-Dogg's arrival.

Hippolytus Temporizes

I worship the greatest first-
(it were sweet, the couch,
the brighter ripple of cloth
over the dipped fleece;
the thought: her bones
under the flesh are white
as sand which along a beach
covers but keeps the print
of the crescent shapes beneath:
I thought:
between cloth and fleece,
so her body lies.)

I worship first, the great-
(ah, sweet, your eyes-
what God invoked in Crete,
gave them the gift to part
as the Sidonian myrtle-flower
suddenly, wide and swart,
then swiftly,
the eye-lids having provoke our hearts-
as suddenly beat and close.)

I worship the feet, flawless,
that haunt the hills-
(ah, sweet, dare I think,
beneath the fetter of golden clasp,
of the rhythm, the fall and rise'of yours, carven, slight
beneath straps of gold that keep
their slender beauty caught,
like wings and bodies of trapped birds.)

I worshop the greatest first-
(suddenly into my brain-
the flash of sun on the snow,
the fringe of light and the drift,
the crest and hill-shadow-
ash, surely now I forget,
ah splendour, my goddess turns:
or was it the sudden heat,
beneath quivering of molten flesh,
of veins, purple as violets?)

-Hilda Doolittle