Then I was reminded of my late night excursion with my Lover and wrote a very different poem, one indeed based on a POSITIVE trigger.
But I don't think it is suitable for publication on Morgan's website, so if you want to read it, you'll have to ask me via email at dawnsnights @ gmail . com (just remove the spaces).
Otherwise, enjoy this poem. Well, not sure enjoying is the proper word. It's a bit gross!
Tip... top... tip... top...
I watched as the drops formed on the overhead shower
Round at first
Then taking this telltale elongated shape
I love the peaceful sound of water droplets
As they softly hit the ground.
I'd felt a gush of warm liquid
Running down my leg.
I wasn't expecting it,
But I had no time to worry about it.
And it wasn't that unpleasant,
Some people even enjoy the experience:
Golden showers are a kink for some,
A mixture of submission and trust
Even of humiliation perhaps?
The reason I couldn't worry about it?
I was too focused on not splashing
The liquid coming out of my mouth in big spurts
Ejecting the little broth and vermicelli
I'd just tried to eat.
That and the medications I had just taken
(With food, it said on the box).
Everytime my stomach contracted,
More pee would pool under my knee
It happens to us older women,
When we've had too many children,
And we cough or laugh too hard.
Or vomit, apparently.
The liquid coming back up had an acidic taste
That burnt my ailing throat.
Just what I needed.
The taste of it made my stomach clench
And caused new eruptions
I could get up.
Now I'm sure you understand better
Just how peaceful it felt
To watch those perfect water droplets
Form on the overhead shower.
And how blissful it was
Feeling more warm liquid running along my legs
But cleansing my skin this time
Not just my insides.