Burn

'Tis agony

To see, but not visualise

To touch, but not caress

... To love, but not make love:

The sum total; the axis, the graph

The full picture of what we aspire to do

In the waiting between making one from two

... Or rather, Three

Cause He's the motivation, isn't He?

His Will is the altar upon which we lay

These sensations plaguing us night and day.

We burn

As the world watches in disbelief

Urging us to claim sweet relief

We yearn

So deeply to become one

But still, feebly, for His will to be done.

For now deriving our pleasure only from His,

May He be pleased by our willingness.

Whenever this smouldering desire threatens to rise

And our frantic efforts to bank it

Reach His understanding eyes,

May He bless and aid our efforts; though lowly a gift

May He look upon our intentions a pleasing sacrifice.

Amen.