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.
mindlovemisery 
Wow. This is powerful feelings, and somehow it calls at my soul. Happy New Year, Ives. 🙂
Thank you Celestine I am so happy to see you! I hope you enjoyed your holidays =)
I did. And it feels good to be back. 🙂
=)
“My love is a revolution”. Brilliant. This is how I feel about my divine masculine, too bad he doesn’t notice or is asleep. Love you and thank you.
Awww thank you so much!