Unpredictability

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.e. e. cummings.

He burns me with his eyes 

Of rage

And crawl my skin, roughly 

Subdue my wildness in his hands

While i surrender, while i surrender

Emptness 

He no longer desires me

In the silence i live these days 

Being denied

Time shattered my words and my heart

And defoliate the tree of lasting love

And yet, i came to stay

With lust and hungry

Which i am made

* Fotografia Gilles Berquet