Texture

The velvety softness

of my hound dog’s ears.

The gritty sweetness

biting into a pear.

The heavy warmth

of a sleeping babe.

The cool roughness

of a standing tree.

The living flex

of rising dough.

The prickle of

golden sparks

that leap off

the silken page,

through my pencil,

and back out

into the world.