Love is not a profession
genteel or otherwise
 
sex is not dentistry
the slick filling of aches and cavities
 
you are not my doctor
you are not my cure,
 
nobody has that
power, you are merely a fellow/traveller
 
Give up this medical concern,
buttoned, attentive,
 
permit yourself anger
and permit me mine
 
which needs neither
your approval nor your suprise
 
which does not need to be made legal
which is not against a disease
 
but agaist you,
which does not need to be understood
 
or washed or cauterized,
which needs instead
 
to be said and said.
Permit me the present tense.

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