I want to know you
like I know my favorite movie,
the way I play back
love scenes in my head.
I want to act them out
with you. With you
as the muscles and me
as the red hair.
We will kiss in Rome
outside the Colosseum,
you holding my head,
you touching my hair.
And the credits will roll,
and they will toss their popcorn bins,
and they will forget our story,
but we will keep rehearsing.