Yes

It’s about the blood

banging in the body,

and the brain

lolling in its bed

like a happy baby.

At your touch, the nerve,

that volatile spook tree,

vibrates. The lungs

take up their work

with a giddy vigor.

Tremors in the joints

and tympani,

dust storms

in the canister of sugar.

The coil of ribs

heats up, begins

to glow. Come

here.

~ Catherine Doty

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I don't need a man. But I'm happier with one. I like to have someone I can touch and squeeze and kiss. But I don't fold up and die if I don't have a man around. ~ Cher