Tuesday, September 18, 2012

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...

1 Comments:

At 2:08 PM, Blogger SHE said...

This originally posted 01/25/2012

 

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