i forgot almost
how it could be
dangerous to be you.

given the requisite paranoia
i can measure the heat generated
by saline drips , unpursued veins
the healing clitoral pulse

under your lips, spinning
dryer, warm from the towel.
if i tell you i believe in


well, anything, but let's say
poetry, still, could you laugh
in that ironic way and punch
the go button one more time?