Poetry, Spring 2007

Indulgence

by Heather Herrick

She sleeps on my chest her breathing steady, lavender rises and calms my nervousness For now I can hold her close, rock her lightly, keep her safe It cannot last, will not spoil her . . . It may spoil me But I will cherish her pudgy fingers gently reaching for a few loose strands of my [...]

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