Tickling of nerves

     How does the soul cool the burning the core seems
to emite? Ah even the softest giggle makes the fire
erupt inside. Tickling the very nerves of the brain. Oh
how to get away.

     Placing myself in another area. Distancing my
thoughts from the pullings of such wants. Oh
constantly I tell myself it is good to want things and
still you are not going to get them. A punishment
or torture of sorts, yes but all the while, necessary.

   Ah a mischievous smirk sits well upon my freckled
cheeks. Just waving a mystery before others. Ah I
do not say what brings the happiness to light, just
grateful it is there.

   To wave in silliness would be wrong, perhaps but
just me. Ah trying so hard to make all seem different.
To sway cravings, thoughts away from everything. Oh
how hard I try to avoid.

   Still here I still. Cinnamon strands teasing my
slender neck. Oh the tickles against my earlobes. Ah
yes I need to get up and walk it off. Either around
apartment of outside. No more "need" for such
thoughts, memories.

   Pressing up I enter bedroom to prepare what to
wear for evening meeting. Frilly girl or mysterious
woman. Hmm perhaps the mixed up minx. Haha yes
the creative, quirky female so many rarely see.
Shrugging shoulders ~ who knows. So many colors,
so many pieces of fun.

  Ah the sensitivity is wearing down. Still very alert.
Now a hope that the smoky, sleepy eyes tone down
from vibrant blues to a murky slate gray. Hmm.
Softly I chuckle once more. The senses slightly alarmed
and big hopes of a smug look in return.

  Hope I am recognized as the quirky one some have
come to see. So my dear friend will you give a glance
of approval of my soul? Yes?

  Perhaps. Someday, yes.