NAKED a poem by (me!) sandra, tvgp
ORIGINAL POST 03/20/2011:** **
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.
posted by SHE @ 7:50 PM
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