'Plunge me deep, ' she said 'to Soul's Depth; <br />crash through Depression's Walls <br /> <br />make me feel what's missing; <br />teeter my totter- <br />press Excitement's Lever- <br />such that I can shout <br />I am alive <br />by fright, <br />lust, <br />fear <br />or terror; <br />better to be with these <br />than the too thick void <br />aligned with indifference. <br /> <br />Unable as I am to crash my own walls <br />you know how to crumble them <br />for long moments at a time; <br />and I welcome this and offer too <br />as well, my ambivalence; <br />for within this <br /> <br />is the tension of all my <br />fears and tremblings; <br />which sometimes I dread <br />may morph into Stockholm syndrome <br />and sultry, <br />smoldering, fiery <br />resentments; <br />slow lingerings, <br />life-long competings; <br />small bickerings <br />which give us the souffle <br />which make up our complex life <br />and relationship. <br /> <br />Such a cake we bake <br />I know in the end <br />is made from only measured excitements <br />and those containments I make against <br />that which <br />even as allowed <br />cannot conceal my grief <br />against <br />tender <br />Control's Loss; <br /> <br /> <br />leaving me always <br />with the cravings <br />of next time's <br />admixture <br />and alchemy. <br /> <br />Against Depression <br />is proffered <br />only Strained Surrender <br />aligned with need; <br />when the two meet <br />in the Soul's Depths <br />we'll find and always have found <br /> <br />only trembing Love <br /> <br />partial, <br /> <br />not Total; <br /> <br />nor Complete. <br /> <br />Yet who among us <br />can pick and choose <br />Love's Needs?<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/plunge-me-deep/
