The first time I saw her
She has been unlucky
She was the most beautiful girl in the clinic
The second time I saw her
She had been careless
The beautiful girl in the clinic
The third time I saw her
She was promiscuous or worse
That girl in the clinic.
The fourth time I saw her
Stupid me, she is a doctor.
I approached her then and said
You are the most beautiful girl in the clinic'.
I'm not a doctor
But I feel that is about to change.
We left the clinic hand in hand
Separated by the thickness of two surgical gloves.
Later, much later the night before lock-down was lifted
as we lay
Her head on my chest her hair in my face
the scent of hibiscrub filling the white room.
I said 'I love you'
and she said don't love me
I am unlucky
I an careless
I am promiscuous
And nothing has changed.