The Nights of Love and Beautiful Urine

[Wetzelbill]

The Nights of Love and Beautiful Urine


Rachelle, my little rock, you made my nights breathe easier,
like how I swooned when you told me I had beautiful urine,
and how I joked that you must say that to all the guys.
but, by guys, I mean patients, however I have never been
one to quibble over the details of my torrid affairs.

do you recall the time I was shy when you changed
my dressing? How I blushed as you gazed an instant,
at my nakedness. I wonder if you noticed my heart quicken
or my blood pressure rise slightly when you checked my vitals.

I’ll never forget that first night, we met in the fog near
the morphine drip. My eyes straining through fear and
fiery pain. Ahhh… you could have been an Angel of Death
but I would have allowed you to end my life, if only that
I could somehow meet you later in some hospital in heaven.

there was that guy in the bed next to mine, he was enamored
with you as much as I was. He kept hitting his call button
and asking you for juice after juice after juice, Ohhhh it was
harrowing my love, lying sedated while another man tried to
steal you away from me even before we began our nightly trysts.

I never told you this, Rachelle, but the next day he spoke of you.
on the day shift, we discussed how most women named Rachelle
always seem to be gorgeous. That’s funny how it works like that.
certain names have certain characteristics. Would we have shared
our love if your name was Bertha and you worked the day shift?
this is something I cannot say, something we will never know.

the next day he was discharged, and you saw me and we both smiled,
it was like love at first shot of morphine, we were narcotized
or at least I was. My head spinning from pain and drugs and your beauty.
I was singing songs and writing romantic blissful poems in my
notebook. Somewhere between infatuation and a Demerol fueled fever.

then that day came. I know it was sad. Yet we knew we would never
last, that someday I would be sent home. We would never share our
talks of insomnia. I would not write in my notebook waiting for you
to finish your duties, hoping to talk a short while before you moved
on. I want you to know I am not jealous. I know you see other patients,
I only hope that all these years you have found someone who loves you.

I only hope that every patient gives you a bag of urine as beautiful as mine,
or blushes slightly at your touch when you change their bandages. I wish
that you will elevate all the blood pressure and heart beats that your heart desires.
as for me, I will be out there. Somewhere, searching, healthy and strong,.
waiting for the time, we can meet again in a lovely foggy haze. Where I can wake
one nightshift with an instant smile, our eyes meeting right next to the morphine drip.

[wildhorses]

1. did you write this?

thanks for posting it!!

:yourock:

[Wetzelbill]

2. yup, just for fun

I haven't edited it. Not really anything like my serious stuff, but I had the idea for a while, and I just read a similar poem, so stuff just started popping out. :)

Glad you liked it! I love to entertain.

[wildhorses]

5. i love that word narcotized!!

very hypnotic;)

[BarenakedLady]

3. Excellent!

:thumbsup:

[Wetzelbill]

4. thank you very much

:)