Traces by Cheryl Pennington Tracing the rim of your glass with your fingers, you told me about your life, filling my mind with thoughts of escape. Tracing the lines of my body with your gentle hands, you awakened the passion that slumbered beneath a cloak of fear. Tracing the tears as they slid down my cheeks, you coldly walked away, leaving me to consider all that I wanted. Tracing your footprints, I followed your voice, With colors flying I sped to your side, Upon my white horse quickly bartered for love. Tracing life’s highways with the call of your heart … Continue reading Traces/Poetry