He Has Come

— Lynn Rogers

He has come
In tan loafers
Sea green pants

Plaid coat
Red tie and hair

He is behind me
Like the muted
Crunch of
Autumn leaves

He leaves me warm
Comforted, alive
And whole.

He takes me to dine on sweet
San Francisco hor de’ouerves
Priced from $1 to $5
It is a lot for him
To spend
But when I lend him my associations
From Beat Museum to candlelit Taize
From leather bar to orange cats and convents
He invests the strength of his arms
His loins, kisses, poems
More valuable than coins

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