Alone Together
in total vulnerability
openness spread across your face
how can I resist
I am powerless
before such love
before your open heart
and yet you have to go
live life in your world
after all
though we share so much
we remain alone
we make love,
or not,
no matter
our foundation
is deep and strong
how can it be that
our two bodies
though sometimes
joined in union
remain separate
paradoxically
keeping us apart
how can it be that
our bodies
will break my heart
in the end
for we will die
alone
how can it be that
our bodies
vessels of union
will keep us apart
that one day two hearts
that beat as one
will leave this bodily union
alone
Death cannot sever
our binding bond
though it rips us
asunder
(Dedicated to Thomas, my husband of almost 25 years, with all I have to give)
MOONSIDE 
Reblogged this on Natasha's Memory Garden.
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April 3, 2014 at 5:07 AM
Thanks so much for sharing my post with your readers. Honored!
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April 3, 2014 at 1:23 PM
So much love in this, inspiring!
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April 3, 2014 at 11:45 AM
Thanks so much– your comment means a lot to me.
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April 3, 2014 at 1:24 PM
Ellen, your husband must be the most happy man in the world to get such wonderful poems. Thanks for your email. Will answer soon. Have a nice day, warm regards Mitza
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April 3, 2014 at 12:16 PM
Thank you, Mitza. He has given me a couple, too. He is more Aspie in this way. I am in other ways. Hope you are designing more of your fabulous jewelry! 😊Ellen
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April 3, 2014 at 12:53 PM
That’s so beautiful, Ellen.
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April 3, 2014 at 3:55 PM
I am so happy you liked it, Richard!! Thanks for the comment. And have a good almost weekend!
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April 3, 2014 at 9:17 PM
Ellen! I love this so so so so much!! ❤
Beautiful, like you ❤
Lauren xxxx
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April 4, 2014 at 8:15 AM
Oh, Lauren, thank you so very, very much! It is love that is beautiful. We are merely vessels. I thank you for your loving heart! Have a great weekend– especially your precious Sunday with your Hubbie! *♡* Ellen
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April 4, 2014 at 8:34 AM
Ellen, I love this poignant and romantic poem. Sometimes my husband says he wishes he could tuck me in his pocket when he leaves for work. I don’t look forward to the “ripping asunder”. Gorgeous picture too!
Blessings ~ Wendy ❀
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April 8, 2014 at 12:15 AM
Thank you so much, Wendy. Of great import coming from you. I know the feeling of wishing you could put someone in your pocket. There have been three or four people in my life to whom that would pertain. I feel the separation from Hubbie acutely almost daily and the “ripping asunder”, oh, I won’t even go there. Thanks for your comment and bless you and congratulations on finishing your book!! I think I wrote you about that but now I can’t remember. And another in the works– fantastic!! xx ellen
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April 8, 2014 at 4:11 PM
Your dedication said it all.
Beautifully, enchanting.
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April 10, 2014 at 1:41 PM
Thank you so much!!
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April 17, 2014 at 11:22 AM
Ellen
I love the passion exuding from your words. Your husband is a lucky, lucky man!!
Warmly
Jim
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May 23, 2014 at 11:37 AM
Thank you so very much. I had written a reply but think it got lost in cyberspace. Your comment means so much to me since, as a child with Asperger’s, I was told I was cold and heartless. But I am the lucky one!!
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May 28, 2014 at 1:02 PM