You bring out the doctor in me
The smart perfume of antiseptics
The possibly unsound heart through the stethoscope
The naked under this paper drape in me.

You bring out the this won't hurt a bit in me
The scrubs that look like pajamas
The crude anatomical diagrams
The skin is the largest organ in me.

I'd let you draw my blood
The sting of my own needles.
The cold metal of fact in me.
Test it for secret love, for HIV.
I'd die for you, to have you in me.
Just you. No latex.
Just you and me.

You bring out the health care proxy in me.
Do not resuscitate
Do not incubate me.
You bring out the chaplain praying in me.
The IV bag hanging, glassy fluids in me.
The nurse in white sneakers toileting me.
The morphine drip, the dream of you dreaming me 
Maybe I'm dying. Maybe

You bring out the helplessness in n
The limits of knowledge in m
The imity to crye or in me.
You can't cure me: adore me.
Let me show you. Love 
The only way I know how.