I undress each month for my doctor <br />and he either feigns disinterest <br />or is blind to what he sees. <br /> <br />This is a particular kind of intimacy; <br />one where I undress on demand <br />and he looks <br />but does not see. <br /> <br />I turn, <br />wanting some acknowledgment <br />that he sees me <br />wants me. <br />But he does not acknowledge my need. <br /> <br />He touches me then <br />in intimate spots <br />and I feign <br />not feeling his hands <br />which he pre-warms just for me <br />before he touches. <br /> <br />I get dressed slowly <br />and he watches me <br />for a second and disappears <br />leaving me <br />with a tiny bit of my virginity <br />restored.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/medical-virginity/
