O sweet girl with the hole in your gown
You know you look so fine despite that wound drain and line
Your anti-embolism stockings tease me each time
You gracefully limp along our home so sterile
My inflammation rages red as I see your gown gape
Revealing your dressing so white, my God you’re so pure
I’d love to see you against that high backed chair
Just sat there serene lit by the TV screen
Eyes meet across the VCR as we spit out our medication
Our IV lines fill with blood in anticipation
Let’s fake our EEGs
Flatline our ECGs
I’d die to be with you, my drugged up love
I’ll pray for septicaemia
And for you, gentle anaemia
Then for wondrous eternity
Together we shall be as one
Bound by I.V. lines
Fusing the blood of our souls
I love you
My sweet I.V. girl
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