Snap

Heart racing nearly as fast as the mind,
Cold air still around my naked body,
Empty.

Vibrations run through my soul,
Curiouser and curiouser I become.
Like Alice
Down a rabbit hole.

My chest is tight, yet nothing clings it,
My body aching to be gently touched.
Ever so
Softly.

A simple human touch could cure this crippling feeling,
But here I am,
In a brand new queen sized bed.
Alone.

Alone with my thoughts on the moon and the universe.
My soul traveling from dimension to dimension.
Walking,
Serene exploration.

Dangerously walking a tight rope,
Over a fire,
This burning fire in my soul...
Wondering what happens first...
Does the rope go up in flames or snap?