Sin Is In
Poem By Francis Santaquilani
It'd been a while since I invited him over.
He was much taller than I recalled.
He ducked down as
He walked through the
Front door. He used the back door
The time before. He sat down on the couch.
His arms stretched from armrest to
To armrest. I offered him cookies,
Coffee and my heart. He
Never touched the cookies.
He drank his coffee black
And very hot.
He blocked out the sunlight that streamed
Through the large bay window,
Giving him a nimbus. He seemed to
Grow before my eyes. His voice
Was pleasant and sweet and
Boomed from his shadowy face. His eyes
Were blue, sky blue.
The small talk dissipated
With the sunlight and
We just stared at each other.
There were no questions between us.
Next time I'll greet him
On the stoop
And lead him directly into my garden. Yes,
It'll be better out there for coffee
And to accomodate the enormity.