'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.