by Mona Lisa Safai

Created on: December 19, 2008

A Rose for the Doctor

I place a red glass of wine and rose

Next to the phone. On call tonight.

A sacrifice. Who really pays?

Dinner for one,

Silence fills the empty space,

Cigarette ashes fall to the floor,

A need to be touched;

Not left alone

In a buzzing cafe,

As I wish for only him,

Next to me.

Stilll, I wait...

Wallowing in my own weakness, the night winds

Push me further home;

Sea cascades over my

Tired toes and I cry salty tears;

As I glance up

Angels have brightened the stars;

Slowly vanishing behind the moon,

You don't call. Your work

Demands your body and mind.

And still, I wait...

Exhausted, you enter.

A rose caresses me;

Your raven eyes trace my body.

Why won't you let me move?

You answer only with a kiss,

A tear falls down my cheek,

I remove your white coat and scrubs

Taken by your secretive breath,

You intoxicate me, as I rub

Your chest until you carry me to our bed.

Our dreams dance amidst northern stars,

Two bodies;

An intangible union in the dark;

Blind to reality.

We soar in an imperfect world.

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