a cafe in Rome

you meet her in a café
near the ruins
in Rome.
she's wearing dark sunglass
against her pale
face.
she looks like she's been
sitting there for eons.
dressed in black,
a coliseum cat
in the shade, sitting
in the same chair
drinking the same drink.
crossing those same
legs.
fancy meeting you here,
she says, sipping
delicately
from a straw. you can almost
hear the lions roar,
the Christians dying,
their futile prayers,
broad swords clashing against
one another.
we should just fall in love,
she says,
and end this. all of this
history tells us something,
doesn't it?
perhaps, you tell her.
perhaps.