Love has brought you here to me--
through the belly of the subway,
up the long hill to my ivory tower.
Some tower: a dusty library,
as busy as a crosswalk at noon
on a summery spring day.
The princess of the periodicals--
you come to defend me:
stalking on your bare feet,
tee shirt hanging out,
radiating masculinity.
The missing book has come home:
my collection is complete.
I pay homage before your chair,
stroking the tops of your black-soled feet.