by Katie Rogers
The smell of your skin at night,
pungently sweet,
is a comfort against the dark.
and my imagination
a quiet anxiety
So I fall, calmed, into
the soft and steady rhythm
of your oblivious breath.
Blogroll
- Brazos Bookstore
- Central Thoughts Journal
- Contemporary Arts Museum
- Domy Books
- Encore Theatre
- Foelber Pottery and Poetry Collaboration
- Houston Center for Photography
- Houston Community College-Central
- Inprint Margarett Root Brown Reading Series
- Kaboom Books
- Lawndale Art Center
- Mildred's Umbrella
- Nuestra Palabra
- Station
- The Menil Collection
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