Meeting Her Parents, Like a GYN Exam

I lay on my back, a forced, tight smile,

Counting moments, each one a slow, dread mile,

My legs in stirrups, exposed to their gaze,

Their questions probe, unmasking my ways.

Comparing me to perfection, their prized fair,

My soul they seek, a treasure to share,

Each judgmental glance, a painful, cold stare,

Exposed and judged, yet still, their feeling's rare,

A final goodbye, leaving me in the air.