Beautiful Thought

The feeling ,as well as the thought, came back.
The feeling that someone,probably my savior, was holding my heart inside my chest.
Blood dripping down from their hands as they held my heart still pumping blood and connected, nerves, veins and all, with the rest of my body.
Tugging lightly as if teasing the power they had over me, they pressed their thumbs lightly on the surface of my heart.
Wanting them to just rip it out with force, I arched my back hoping I would soon get relief as it left my body.

The thought and feeling is frightening, yet calming all the same.
Am I mad, to feel this way just as if somebody would feel hope?
It's in itself a beautiful nightmare,
A beautiful thought...