Not too Eiffel sic sic

Beautiful, beautiful
The women doctors 
Said, putting kind radar
To my shoulder
Sounding the musclescape
In real time 
With cool jelly instrument
Gliding, not a whale
Not a bat
Conversant dialogue in
Mutual esteem like aliens
Visiting foreign
Male land.
Beautiful, my injured sphinx
Phalanx, the tissue canyons
In a fly-over
Ending in a big needle
Not awful not Eiffel
With a third nurse asking
How are you sir
As I closed eyes, whistled
Thru the unknown
Alleys of my arm