If we could do it all again
      motor bike through roman cities
in the rain
      watch the cats catch lizards in the forum
      and drink bad wine from mouth to mouth
I probably would try
to love you harder than I did
I probably would smile a smile
much better than the ones you knew
for I was just rehearsing then
imagining what easily might happen
in years to come

it is not just you I love
      (or even Roman rain)
or all the times you rattled on my window
after twelve o’clock.

I love the smell of rooms—
where you have been
the foreign touch of things I never knew
until you came along.

I even love your enemies
because they drive you to my arms
for comfort.