I’m The Medic (Re-Post)

don’t push me one foot in the alpha.
i’ve done my RBS, touched my heart,
palpated for tenderness, crepitus, and ache.
your pallid face on my stretcher;
collared neck broken from sorrow
sullied carotid fluttering in and out.
do we stay do we stay
for love and for passion
do i treat do i treat
for patience and for duty
or shall i load and go, immobilized
and save my fragility
for rest, recuperation,
alone, myself, ETA hotel.
i’m the medic.
it should be my call, let me.

Tags: health, love, Poems & Poetry, romance