Sandals

Queen Shit The red sea dividesthe waves crash and hold their placeshe walks betweenunscatheduntouched and welcomedinto new lands as she breaks freefrom the pastthat clung to herlike wet clothes on a hot summer daynow she’s gotsand between her toes andshe doesn’t even need her sandals Saschia Johnson originally posted on Jaynepress.medium.com

She is Divine

A mirror A poem This poem was published on the publication titled Know Thyself, Heal Thyself Highlights by medium writers who were also fans of the poem. 🙂 The way your secrets savemy simple fingersand your mind moves me tobe still, leaves me wanting moreof you Waters crash toward theechoes of my past, anda fountain burstsContinue reading “She is Divine”

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 inContinue reading “Forbidden Fruit”

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 gotContinue reading “Your Wife III”

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 ForeverContinue reading “Your Wife II”