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OVERHEARD NURSE TO PATIENT
"I dream of men - naked in bed"
The young twenty-something nurse said
To the young but older-than-me man
In adjacent bed, after scan.
His torso was bare above sheet,
While bedclothes covered waist, legs, feet.
She was responding to a line,
"Tell me, what is your dream fraulein?"
I glanced at her blonde hair-bunned head,
As with crossed arms she brief humoured
The patient that lay before her
Trying to impart sexy aura,
With white cap perched above forehead
And risqué lilt to what she said.
She was tall and slim, delicate
Her skin untanned. (Well the climate
Was that of a grey damp New Year,
Our summer anything but near).
The 1970s high hem
Of skirt showed stocking legs, ahem,
That descended to plain dark shoes,
Skin unspoilt by scar or tattoos.
I sometimes wonder if they met
When back to his feet he did get.
Did I discern seeds of romance,
Assuming she gave him the chance?
Or was there someone in his life
To take him back, a girlfriend, wife
Who was yet to start visiting,
And would not know of this flirting?
The young twenty-something nurse said
To the young but older-than-me man
In adjacent bed, after scan.
His torso was bare above sheet,
While bedclothes covered waist, legs, feet.
She was responding to a line,
"Tell me, what is your dream fraulein?"
I glanced at her blonde hair-bunned head,
As with crossed arms she brief humoured
The patient that lay before her
Trying to impart sexy aura,
With white cap perched above forehead
And risqué lilt to what she said.
She was tall and slim, delicate
Her skin untanned. (Well the climate
Was that of a grey damp New Year,
Our summer anything but near).
The 1970s high hem
Of skirt showed stocking legs, ahem,
That descended to plain dark shoes,
Skin unspoilt by scar or tattoos.
I sometimes wonder if they met
When back to his feet he did get.
Did I discern seeds of romance,
Assuming she gave him the chance?
Or was there someone in his life
To take him back, a girlfriend, wife
Who was yet to start visiting,
And would not know of this flirting?
Published 11th Jun 2018
| Edited 18th Mar 2022
Author's Note
Based on memory of a hospital stay in 1977, the 'fraulein' bit the only fiction for rhyme sake. I was then 18, first stay in hospital ward after cycling accident. Nowadays there would be less familiarity, but they were the sexiest words I heard during my 10 day stay.
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