Loneliness perches himself in my body
Wrapping his hands tightly around my arteries and veins
Hanging there
Kicking at the my ventricles
Laughing with his whiskey breath
Even when distractions abound
He captivates me with each swing
Digging his toes into me
Making purple marks
The bridegroom tells me
He feels the way I do
He pours His own blood into me
'This may hurt,  but I understand you'
'I don't think there's anyone like You'