NAKED a poem by (me!) sandra, tvgp
originally posted 03/20/2011:reposting for two reasons: 1) recently i said something to my handsome prince about ~seeing him at his worst... (in fact, i am curious about all people at their worst)
he tells me, "you already have -this is my worst" and points to what he considers to be his messy hair.
i was like, -oh, no, no, no.. you don't know what i mean then..
i mean,
i want to see you
NAKED
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and
when i say i want to see you naked
i don't mean without your clothes, stupid.
i mean
without the props. left stage. stage left.
away from the scenery you've painted all around you, to influence your pedestrian audience; fork-feed your ego.
i mean
i want to see you
under pressure
off balance
in a fix
overwhelmed
i want to see what direction you look when i back you in my corner
and the expression your beautiful human face takes -from down on your knees.
i want to see you in nothing but vulnerability
with your health taxed, and wealth in question.
when God spills hot coffee on your masterpiece.
i know you lie.
we all do.
but i want to see under what circumstance; to who; for how long...
i want to see you
i want to see you naked
and alone
disconnected from every false sense of security
faced with the fact
that
despite your every pre-conquered fear
and grand spectrum of dark, wobbly, confidences
i love you
and want to see you naked
like me.
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/and i want in the worst way to read this... out loud; VLOG it. video tape my reading of it..
but i do not yet have the equipment i need to do so
there are 3 of my poems i want desperately to read out loud; to VLOG
this one; table top piano; and ... can't remember the title of the other one.. just remember a few stanza's.. but i wrote it shortly after my friend's husband died
i'm without the tools i need
feels like a mild form of creative torture...
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This originally posted 01/25/2012
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