Then after
ECT
we both lie
on the beds
in the room
for us to
recover.
I wake first
from a sleep
(we'd been drugged)
look around,
see her there
still asleep,
laid out there
all in white
like a corpse,
but she breathes,
her small *******
lift and fall.
Light shines though
the large window,
curtains wide
open now.
She awakes
and sees me.
How are you?
She asks me.
Thumping head,
I reply.
Yes me too,
she whispers.
She puts out
her right hand.
I put out
my left hand
and they meet
in mid air
and embrace.
I can sense
her life pulse
through her veins
and she mine.
We lie there
facing each,
and knowing this
that we'd kiss
maybe more, if
we could reach.
Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 3:26 AM UTC
Then after
ECT
we both lie
on the beds
in the room
for us to
recover.
I wake first
from a sleep
(we'd been drugged)
look around,
see her there
still asleep,
laid out there
all in white
like a corpse,
but she breathes,
her small *******
lift and fall.
Light shines though
the large window,
curtains wide
open now.
She awakes
and sees me.
How are you?
She asks me.
Thumping head,
I reply.
Yes me too,
she whispers.
She puts out
her right hand.
I put out
my left hand
and they meet
in mid air
and embrace.
I can sense
her life pulse
through her veins
and she mine.
We lie there
facing each,
and knowing this
that we'd kiss
maybe more, if
we could reach.
A BOY AND GIRL IN A PSYCHIATRIC WARD IN 1971
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