Hothouse

By Trin Viet Ho

every nerve receptive and tender 

my body gentle and yawning 

corners of my lips curling 

tip of my tongue orbiting 

tingling tracing titillating 

how sensitive can we be with our soft subtle grazings between fingers 

lips 

nipples 

nerve endings? 

every space 

touches brushes presses 

little cosmic surprises 

peach fuzz electric crossings 

honey-like heat 

radiating soul stuff 

star stuff 

the stuff of dreams that don’t have words