himes

I am in love.

Well - not really with a person - but more of an idea - a figment that bears allusion in reality.

Tonight I threw together a whopping good meal (I'm becoming much more proficient at this whole provincial meat sauce thing) and turned on the tuberrific down in the basement. I flipped a bit and what should i come by but "the Notorious Bettie Page." It's a fine film and Gretchen Mol - is a new crush of mine.

But more importantly I'm reminded of my own mental journey in defining what I feel to be true beauty and what really gets me off.

I don't think i ever had a thing for the Maxim madames (or should I call them misses) or even for Playboy. i tended dote after waifish hemadryad types that more or less look like the separated themselves from a tree rather than materialize in our waking reality.

But now - oh now (and not 30 minutes ago now but more like in recent Michael history)

I've been corrupted by color, and ink, by curves and smiles, by eyes that can slice and lips that can boil. I am still moved by svelt figures - but to think of that which moves me renders and image far less fairy tale and much more - well - real - or at least as real as I can only percieve myself to be.

So yes - perhaps "she" is out there. Perhaps I will approach her - unwaveringly as one might sidle next to an old friend, or an ancestor -

and my heart will pound

and my head will spin

and yes perhaps my lips too, will boil.

For I am in love with all of you.