The lover in these poems
Is me;
The doctor,
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 nude.
I name names.
I am I.
The doctor’s name is Love.

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