Just to suck up the noise

I saw you nervous, fearful child enclosed in the body of a twenty-three year old man. My young Portuguese. When we met on some insipid online texting site, we didn't think that such an unlikely union would become one of the most cinematic, exuberant, and beautiful romances ever seen in Lusitanian lands. 

I wonder how many young people in love in that capital, who would never find a stronghold for themselves, took shelter in that very motel, with the coyness of those still initiating love.

You say that I should go back to writing, you strip away the writer when everyone wants the activist. You want me passionate about life, you want me a woman when they want me a machine. You want me.