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.

I think,

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.