We never went to Rome together
but as I have it
we wake early and seek out sharp coffees
spend the day brushing hands
flirting with a previous idea of us
rush to the room to make love
under white curtains
on a pile of tourist maps, your winter coat.
Pilgrim stream under window
wick-hold the candle
cassock of flow
On the last night I paid for a guided tour.
You pointed out umbrella pines.
I pointed out the brevity of our attendance,
the thin foot of our welcome here.
1 November 2018