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
from Momentum © Cavan Kerry Press
What makes the engine go? Desire, desire, desire.
~ Stanley Kunitz
Love/Life Poems
