The lover in these poems
is me;
the doctor,
Love.
He appears
as husband, lover
analyst & muse,
as father, son
& maybe even God
& surely death.All this is true.The man you turn to
in the dark
is many men.This is an open secret
women share
& yet agree to hide
as if
they might then
hide it from themselves.I will not hide.I write in the ****.
I name names.
I am I.
The doctor's name is Love.
is me;
the doctor,
Love.
He appears
as husband, lover
analyst & muse,
as father, son
& maybe even God
& surely death.All this is true.The man you turn to
in the dark
is many men.This is an open secret
women share
& yet agree to hide
as if
they might then
hide it from themselves.I will not hide.I write in the ****.
I name names.
I am I.
The doctor's name is Love.
