A little poem
She goes up
and I rise like a puppy dog
trailing behind her
She goes down
and there I am sinking
like a wrecked ship
taking on too much water
Saschia Johnson
Category: Poetry
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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Ode To David
I sacrifice the ways of man
and rid the pride
of sacrifice
And I will crawl into the bowels
And rise to the sky
into your hands
and I will lift my voice
in delight in whatever you made
me to be
help me to accept what you have vowed
A life, oh Lord, it is mine
A life, oh Lord, it is mine
not rid of strife
but abundance
I’m alive, a wild sun,
a silent moon
slow to utter vows
I sacrifice the ways of man
and rid the pride
of sacrifice
And I will crawl into the bowels
And rise to the sky
into your hands
and I will lift my voice
-Saschia Johnson
Forbidden Fruit
I’ve taken a bite
crisp juice dribbled down
my chin
An answered prayer from the
heavenly hosts
a clasped hand closed tight
like a casket
Banished me
The ground churned toiled
and labor pains shoot up from
my hips flashes of lightening
of memories that survived
the flood
The fruit swallowed left to
decay in my tummy has gifted me
Your Wife III
She pokes and prods
Yells and screams
She wants sex
She wants to feel sexy
And dinner out
And he worked
he worked his ass off
But she wants wants wants
And the kids are hungry
And work is calling while they sit at the dinner table
Chicken and salad…. again
He’s glad he got fast food
But now she’s hurt and mad and sad
And needs attention
But he’s tired and she understands
So she cries in the bedroom with the baby
because she knows she’s too much
She wants to be more
To cook better
To look better with her hair and nails done
She nods off
baby on lap
Daughter in bed
Mom in chair
Dad somewhere she hopes is comfortable enough for him to get rest
So maybe just maybe tomorrow
he’ll finally have the energy to put up with her
Maybe he’ll even bring flowers
-Saschia
Your Wife II
His waves crash
Like an ancient melody
They play my song
They pull me in
I dive and dive
Only to be denied
I sit I cry
I beg and plead
Open up to me
I’m left drenched with a
Mouth full of sea foam
Drowning in an eerie silence
I’ve become a pirate
Forever in love with circling
His seas
-Saschia
Your Wife
She could climb right in the hot dish water
it’s been days since she’s relaxed in a bath
she soaks her hands just a second longer
a crawler wraps around her leg
brings her joy
brings her frustration
“just five more dishes”
wrinkled hand
wrinkled sanity
the crawler lifts a pant leg
“ugh, I need to shave”
soaked hands finagle the pant leg back down
smells like lavender and lemon
tastes like salt and soap
and feels like waiting for a million tomorrows
-Saschia
Here’s My Hand
What is it that I do not say
Mouth slammed shut like my tongue is a trapped mouse
the most important thoughts lead to the ocean
Here’s my hand please see inside me
Look listen
Help me filter through the bullshit
So I can finally say what I want to say
-Saschia
Greatest Place On Earth
Welcome to the greatest place on earth
where dreams make you come alive
as they twinkle right before your eyes
welcome to the place where anything is possible
the secrets here
rarely spoken out loud
kisses are exchanged
promises are made
and Judas is welcomed
cuz he’s in everyone
but
here’s the catch,
as above so below
Just kidding that’s no catch
Come on! Let’s have fun.
-Saschia Johnson
Vanilla Sky
I feel like I wrote him into me
Inside my head
Inside my world
Between my thighs
And in between the lines
Of my poetry
Could this be real
