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.