I sat there, in that chair for brief examinations.
And in she came, I had been hesitant
to sign up for a long-haired, soft physician
and now I felt the stirrings of the system
a bit of rouge was settling near the zygomatic,
a tablespoon of sweat ran down in rivulets
and all my words of wisdom had been snatched
by perfumed ambience of dark haired Cinderella,
I had forgotten name and purpose of my visit.
This was the USA, and things went casual,
she looked at me with brief but sure disdain,
or was it boredom and the thought of time
she had to charge me by the minute for her presence.
'So, dropp those boxers if you do not mind,
might have a look at all the parts that drive you, '
said this young beauty with the tiniest of pimples
just south of sternocleidomastoid's skin that needed kissing.
Well, what the heck, I did as I was told with trepidation
she felt around, invading holy grounds at will,
I prayed to God and also Devils for anaemia
at least for now there was no need for extra blood
and then she said, a flash of teeth I would have killed for,
'you can put all of this on your Blue Cross insurance,
and take advantage of the tests we have on offer',
Her words were clearly the equivalent of one
Teutonic stun gun as they fluttered in my ears,
all I could say is those few words that might yet haunt me:
'I will do all of it just would you mind my dear
to take advantage of my body and my mind,
screw the insurance and the Cross of Blue, whatever.'
Then I laid back and felt the weight of half the globe
descend upon my head and shoulders and my conscience,
and, Carmelita placed a towel of plain paper
upon my eyes and all the redness that was begging
and then she winked and said 'I know just what you mean'.
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/doctor-carmelita/
