You have a freshly baked cherry pie
sitting on the window –
authentic aroma love for me.
It goes beyond that however.
I marvel at your basic elements skills.
The ability to combine
ice water, unsalted butter, salt, sugar
and all-purpose flower like elements
of passion and create a dynamic dough.
The laughter as we picked
the cherries from the trees
and the red juice of your passion
as you pit the cherries into a bowl.
Then forming the dough in the pie plate
with practiced patience
and adding the sugared cherries.
There is a skill in weaving latticed
cinnamon pie strips
in artistic perfection across the top.
I see you wipe a wisp of hair
away from your face with your floured hand.
It is important to preheat,
like flirtation, before placing the pie
on the middle rack of the hot oven.
The aroma of that baking pie
burrows deep into my helpless heart.

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