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