I feel her
washing me
down below
(Irish nurse
this time round)
lifting up
my leg stumps
washing them
carefully
then drying
them slowly
I am blind
to beauty
she may have
or may not
my failed eyes
see darkness
nothing else
that better?
The nurse says
from my left
sensual
after that
rubbing down
I tell her
ok Grace
always here
to please you
once again
the leg stumps
are bandaged
then I'm dressed
by her hands
all decent
once again
and she's gone
just voices
in the ward
and me here
lying still
on my back
a female
now undone
with no man
to bring fun.
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