What is it that you truly want, my body, my soul, or both?
What is it that you need in me? Bits and pieces? Parts of my body?
And what am I because I don’t know anymore.
Friend, lover, a hole? Am I none of the above? Am I losing my soul?
And if it is so, then why don’t you let me go.
Why am I still here in this empty place waiting and wanting and needing bits and scraps of attention, stolen touches, scatter brushes…
Desire is a bitch.
(Photography by Alice Fagiolo)