She is Divine

A mirror A poem

This poem was published on the publication titled Know Thyself, Heal Thyself

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The way your secrets save
my simple fingers
and your mind moves me to
be still,

leaves me wanting more
of you

Waters crash toward the
echoes of my past, and
a fountain bursts forth
through my chest that
ticks
an electric beat.

This same feeling of you
this same feeling of
your distance
when I want you most

You pour your wisdom like
a bad reaction
weeping with fluid
swollen with waters
pulsing with life and death
hanging on a strand

This
is where you meet me.
This is where you make me
divine

• Saschia Johnson

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