A visit to the doctor
I have an itch that I cannot scratch
That keeps me awake throughout the night
If I try to get it out
It hides too deep for me to find
Perhaps by candle light with my hands bound in prayer ?
I searched heaven and earth for an answer
Books and scriptures of all religions known
But their words could not even give me comfort
Left with this ailment to face alone
Or so I thought
An obscure doctor told me a way
Unorthodox, but trialed and tested
By many that came before
On the road that I have to follow
The medicine has been prescribed
Bare flesh needs to be exposed
To probe and test where it may hide
Perseverance may be needed
But my sickness has a cure
Or at least hope
All I require is skin and to be bold
So I have to strip myself of all I hold
And prepare myself to do what I am told
As the body needs to feel its touch
And it begins
Skin against skin
Arms stretched and hands closed
Ass straight up and back exposed
The wind whistles in the air
Am I too weak for this to bear ?
Strange words come out of my mouth
Some full sentences or merely sound
But they all have a deeper meaning
Not for you but for me
And what is left you may ask
White becomes red
Pristine becomes tainted
Illusions touch reality
Harsh and strong
But always true
The will to fight goes away
As rain clouds my tired eyes
And I feel a child again
Helpless and unprotected
But safely secured by a strong embrace
I let go of everything
And peace returns to my aching heart
As the itch is now gone
Nowhere to be found
The work is done
I thank the good doctor for this gift
The remedy bitter and hard to swallow
That marked my body and left me hollow
But one I needed most of all
And my cure you may ask
He said a chain on my neck could do it
With a strong hand to pull it
But for now this will suffice
Or maybe it shouldn’t
I await for next itch
Anxiously
