Sometimes you find love in the strangest of ways…
She was a clinic girl
A nurse of some sort
Stringent and white
She pricked me
And as I watched my blood fill the vial
I would glance every so often
At the Mark on the side of her neck
I was tired all of a sudden
Then cold, then dark
When the light crept back in I saw that same mark
I wondered aloud something I shouldn’t have
But in that moment she was forgiving and sincere
And did indeed, like beer
We had one, we had two
We had three, we had four
She needed help with her shoes
And I couldn’t find the door
We ended up twisted
Tangled on the floor
This way and that
An embarrassing sight
No one should reenact
Yet through it all we found
We didn’t mind each other
All that much
