Loss of Intimacy

How devastating it is, how devastating when closeness fades, when the connection is trapped within the walls of our Material Relationships: bits of affection emerging seldom, many-guarded; bits of vulnerability worrying they've been shut out— I almost ache to see the bond later that's left its trust in the corner, I mean the trust that's left its bond, recalling too that interpersonal nightmare, Estrangement, in which each heart must scurry to rejoin the plush interiors of its other, pushing through, opening indiscriminately because Love won't take what's only half: one soul blurring forever into another's distance. If we can't know the boundaries between our souls in life, what will they be in solitude, corrupted steadily by fear, pride, or indifference, by intimacy that depends on courage to survive? People should keep their walls to themselves for the remainder of their days: who needs some stranger's vulnerabilities, wounds, or insecurities? Darling, what I cherish in you I pray will always stay the hell close to me. But how beautiful it is, how beautiful when closeness blooms, when connection's free within the warmth of our Emotional Bonds: bits of affection emerging often, many-cherished; bits of vulnerability thriving, unafraid— I delight to see the bond later that's kept its trust in the center, I mean the trust that's kept its bond, recalling too that interpersonal dream, Intimacy, in which each heart must soar to join the plush interiors of its other, pushing through, opening indiscriminately because Love will take the whole: one soul blending forever into another's embrace. If we can't know the boundaries between our souls in life, what will they be in unity, nurtured steadily by trust, courage, and devotion, through intimacy Does that depend on sharing to thrive? People should keep their walls to themselves for the remainder of their days: who needs some stranger's vulnerabilities, wounds, or insecurities? Darling, what I cherish in you I pray will always stay the hell close to me.