Every night I wait for you,
silent, cocooned
wearing nothing
but my over-sized heart.
When I am lying
there silent as a bell
in the crevices between hours
I think of the shapes
your lips would make
when slotted against my own.
Anticipation has turned
my skeleton to powder
and my tears to salt.
I subsist on feelings.
I subsist on air
both savage and divine.
Your fire is not misplaced in me.
Your fire is the catalyst
for all my instincts,
Make me your conduit,
summon me like a spirit
into the diaphanous pages
of your unrequited dreams.
My love is a revolution.
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