Imbue me with the subtle passions that give rise to sublime reigning,

if only the kingdom of my most unsound faculties.

Infuse me with fire, delivering your benediction

tingling through from your lips to mine.

Conquer the wall that stands unmoving

between a yearner and a distressed;

how I do long to touch your soul!

All whilst you panic, wondering how

to attain your prize behind a

cruelly watching obstruction.

Looking into your dear wistful eyes,

I resolved to relieve my pain

and satisfy my wishes. I put my lips

to the wall, expectant of your reciprocation.

And what a sweet reciprocation it was!

We have not broken this barrier,

but reached through it.

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