I Sit Here You Sit There; Shall I?

I sit here
Naked
Bare skinned.

You sit there,
Looking at me
Smiling at my figure.

Shall I introduce you to me?
The real me; that is hidden.
Hidden from the horrible world.

I bare secrets within me
Within my heart and soul.

Shall I tell you them
Or maybe a few.
I am not sure
If I should put my trust
In you.

Shall I?
Or shouldn’t I?

I sit here
Naked
Bare skinned.

You sit there,
Looking at me
Smiling at my figure.

I think of ways to show you
My love that is only for you
To find out if I should finally give in
And trust you.

by Kimberly Santistevan

Comments (10)

ive read this one alot and on more than one occasion and i can never read it just once, i guess it makes you wonder just what each of us would do without anyone to help, i love your life eyes. ben
Susan...I was just wandering through some of your poems and came across this one. I liked it because of its simple narrative line and its larger metaphoric value, but I would cut the last, isolated line, leaving one at the moment of abandonment. Take care, John
You rock! Reminds me very much of Richard Brautigan...my favorite poet. I love it! ! !
Great, I loved it. I like the driver's madness and the absurdity of the situation. I hope it's a true story, that would make it even better. It reminds me of a time when a bloke knocked on my door and asked me what I wanted! Beautifully insane. Esra Sloblock
Great poem. Explains absolutely everything. Pittsburgh, Sus, the Galaxy, Saturday, and just everything. Also reminded me of the line, 'On the whole, I'd rather be in Pliladelphia.' Of course that was another end of the line.. Wonderful stuff.
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