Autobiographical

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 n***.

I name names.

I am I.

The doctor's name is Love.