Ellen

Poem: “Ellen” By Neil Micah Lannom 12/3/18

I just want her to touch me!
Again!
To feel her touch!

A calming affect...
Personal, not perverted...
A touch, just a touch, her hands

Intimate
Intimacy
Her touch, a simple touch, please!

Beautiful
Very beautiful
She is

A doctor
She helped me
Cared for me!

Glasses
Nerdy
Intelligent

Simple beauty
Complex beauty
Not common, common, different, unique

She examined me
A physician
An issue of mine

My back
A blackhead
Long there, a year or two...

It worried me
Not pleasant
A delimma

I couldn't get to it
Myself
Needed assistance

I met her in the hallway
In the ward
Then to my room

Kind, gentle, caring, warm
Her spirit
Her voice

No gloves
She looked, talked, touched, and worked on it
I felt her

So pleasant
God!
So pleasant!

My shirt wad pulled up, she asked me too
My back revealed, my chest, my belly hair
My skin ready for a touch!

It wasn't pretty
She didn't care
She didn't seem to care

Her voice
Her face
Those glasses!

She was gentle
Pressure, however
Said that she didn't want to hurt me

She had to get it out
She applied pressure
I told her that it was okay

She got it out
She showed me the results
We talked a bit

Her smile
My memory of exactly what she said?
I told her that she was beautiful

Then she left
Departed
I still remember what she said, partly

She said that she didn't want to hurt me
It was physical, but stuck in my mind...
Her spirit, she said it, “I won't hurt you!”, an impression...