While all the world is twinkling with joy, here’s a poem for those who are sick right now at Christmas. A nasty flu ripped through our house last week, and here’s a rather delirious poem I wrote while recovering myself. I hope this ‘ode to the toilet bowl’ makes you laugh!

White Knight Fever

I am ravaged
Wrecked
Sleepless

Heat rises in my chest
And I’m drawn to you

I throw myself on my knees
Before you
Reveal everything
All the worst of me
Wrenched from my guts
Exposed to your calm gaze
Received with silent acceptance
Then washed away

My secrets are safe with you

The fever is gone
And I lay upon the cold tile floor
Relived but shivering
Then crawl back into bed

Still sleepless
Tossing and turning
Writhing and churning
Until the heat rises again
And I run to your cool embrace
Powerless to resist
Your openness to all the dark things
Hidden within me