TWIST AND TURN

I have ever experienced what I have encapsulated in the poem below time without number, especially when I was young. Have you ever faced it?!!!

I was in bed,
Between warm sheets,
When it came.

It came,
Like a charging buffalo,
From my kidneys,
Through to my bladder.

It was hot,
I could feel it,
Threatening,
Threatening to gush out,
Through my ‘outer opening’.

I twisted and turned,
Fearing to go out,
Out of the fear of the night,
A moonless, pitch-dark night.

With every twist and turn,
It threatened to explode,
My precious bladder,
If I held it a second longer.

Then I said,
Enough’s enough,
Jumped out of bed,
Shuffled to the door,
And opened it slowly.

Looked outside,
Only the dark greeted me,
The cold gust caressing my face,
I reached for my zip.
And exposed him, the king,
The outer opening,
And at the doorstep,
Released it.

Relief came to me,
As I stood and looked,
At the shiny liquid, hot,
Which was flowing,
Like rivulets,
To the grass nearby

No more twist and turn,
Because from my body,
I let it run.