Comfort


If we could do it all again
      motor bike through roman cities
in the rain
    watch the cats chase lizards in the forum
      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 I did
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.

tree grove
To me, this poem lingers in the mind. I like this one especially because of that.