Tuesday, January 1, 2019

Take Your Glasses Off

Take your glasses off
I want to make love to you now
and he reached for my glasses.
He was so close, I felt his heat
but he was my doctor
and he just wanted
to check my pupils.
When you have been
widowed a while, sometimes
you just add words
you want to hear,
to feel things again you miss.
Invent. Daydream.
It was a long time
before I could see him
as my doctor again.


ⓒ 2015

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