Ah, to bear a greenhouse heart
to let sprouts of passion grow through your soil
and manure your land with dread and with joy
and water your greens with canned memories.
To let your lush heart root inside of you
and cover in moss your veins of stone
curling vines around your bones
daisy nails upon your toes.

Be careful to enter it
the heat might smother you
my weeds might feast on you
in my greenhouse heart.
But were you to linger and hold your breath
were you to find affection in death
we could dwell in the heat of a plexiglass shrine
and fashion a home in this greenhouse of mine