Delicate

Delicate is the flesh.
Weak from distress..
this aching I have
is causing me to hurt.
I went to the doctor
who had to have a grope
he doesn't rule out
anything nasty, but
is sending me for
another opinion..
just to be sure.
So whilst I wait
for letter to
arrive, I have
to assure myself
it's nothing
un-to-ward. Pain
killers to take,
easy to swallow
time to rest for
I need all my
tomorrows. Tender
is my attitude
towards what might
be there.. I do
want it to be
nothing, I do
actually care.
So tonight I
will take a long
hot bath, slide
sideways under
the bubbles..
press gently
for some time,
two fingers
should suffice.
I am no medical
examiner..no
doctor in tow.
Only the
specialist will
have an answer..
I hope and yes
I know, it's
nothing really.
I'm being silly.
My mind is
quite easily
distracted.
So I'll wait
with baited
breath, fingers
eyes & tits
crossed for good
measure.
Delicate
is my mind,
Delicate be
the touch...
cautious is
what I must
be.