What to Tell the Doctor

This poem is a bit mushy peas, but then I think that is appropriate. Please let me know what you think of it, whoever...

What to Tell the Doctor

I want a body with my blankets.
She-shell noises make my bloody
thigh-bones tingle; her against me'd
like the walls to swallow us. Valley
on disk we'd kiss and only in
her arms could I subsist. A shame
if every game's a piece of brain
and this one's on patrol again.