i am very good at putting names to faces and i am naked in your bedroom.
its too cold outside and there are people arguing in Portuguese i stand where i can hear them and you sit on the bed with your hands shaking trying to grasp some sanity from the air.
my favorite thing about you is that you don't have internet connection.
im in love with four boys who tried to shove their poetry down my throat but i know none of their names.
i know yours is wildfire and i am naked in your bedroom.
i can tell you i hate you in every single language and you would understand, not because we have some sort of magical connection but you are a linguist.
some words change from language to another but your name doesn't. your skin is ablaze, your eyes are small embers, every part of you is a wildfire.
im good at putting names to faces and you are good at putting yours to mine.