Post Op Proposal

"I could marry you again" she said
When she brought back the ring
She had kept safe,
Because his hand had swelled
During the operation.

Room two two seven,
Uniform uniforms,
With strings attached for decorum.
The gown was mine
This time around.

We were married again
Beneath cannulas of potassium
And analgesia,
Without the speeches,
Where the secrets of the heart
Remain undisturbed.