Trace
For Bob
In your morning pouring of coffee,
eggs whisked, peppers diced,
& pancetta browning; in the unsolidified
splatters you cleanse from the countertop;
in Pandora’s box of Edgar Meyer phenotypes
unseating the disquietude of our former lives;
in afternoon cappuccinos you pronounce in Italian
& in your full belly’s tranquil cogitations;
in your evening removal of socks & your feet’s relief;
in your crescent smile’s light sheltering me,
& with my kisses pressing away the decades of iniquities
to trace their thoroughfare to my universe of courage
secured within the dimple of your left cheek—
is everywhere my home will be.
SLHARPERPOETRY 
Ti amo, Bella!
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Oh, how you make me swoon! ❤
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So grand.
Every heart reading this should swell at each line.
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Thank you, Ken! I’m so pleased that this one sings for you! happy Valentine’s Day!
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This has me smiling broadly – so happy for you! – plus feeling confirmed in my chosen path – BRAVO for a love poem for all with courage to seek their heart’s desire.
Here’s to this Valentine’s Day “unseating the disquietude of former lives”!
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Happy Valentine’s Day, Jazz!
Here’s to broad smiles and courageous hearts!
❤
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So very very beautiful – and human! Love it!
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❤️
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