Greenhouse Dream
Drawing myself
up up up up
the frigid island Manhattan
up to your warm cocoon
up to your small dark room
to beg your soft fingers
to shed off my everyday
down to just skin, just hair
my body ripening
with the heat of my wanting
radiators hissing and steaming
a greenhouse dream
you grow tall like a jungle vine
I climb you to dizziness
I open, I bloom for you
we are all wide and hungry
we satiate, we salivate
we throb entwined
while the November wind
lashes outside in its fury.