Loneliness Is The Killer, As Is Love: I Speak For Myself Only Poem by Dennis Ryan

Friday night, January 27,2023 at 11: 20 p.m. and Saturday morning, January 28 at 8: 05 a.m.

"It felt like springtime on this February morning;
in a courtyard the birds were singing your praise."
—Sophie B. Hawkins, "As I Lay Me", You Tube Music Video

Loneliness is the killer, as is love—
I speak for myself only—loneliness
beside, aligned to love and vice-versa,
the two intertwined; this, these, your
feet, legs, torso, hands and arms intertwined
with mine, with and without entwined, intermingled,
us under the bedsheet making love for the first
and maybe the last time—three-hundred-and-thirty-
three—your lips tracing mine, your tongue, and
my lips, tongue yours to alleviate this primary
loneliness, alleviate—and I will, and I will, and
I will hold this loneliness, this uneasiness at
bay, feeling good and free, no pain and sorrow
for the first time in years, your bodily smells,
your physical chemistry, your dry skin, molecules
commingled with mine; we align; this is how
we find one to one, find one to one each other.