She dances while I sleep
And hiccups while I binge watch Netflix
She’s a part of me
One with me
Her sister is my closest friend and family.
She lights up my life with her smile
and makes me feel at home with her presence
Two baby girls to hug and love
to sing and dance with on the kitchen floor
I’m so proud
I’m so proud
-Saschia
The moon crosses the sky
Have I forgot something
Is the laundry done
The spirits circle my car
Echoes of
tummy growls
Did I eat
Take my hand love me raw
Wrap your arms around my vibrations
Do I have to ask
-Saschia
My reality is a dream
I sit in it everyday
I wake up to it and fall asleep to it
I ran from it
and now I grasp it as tight as I can
I don’t want to let it go
I don’t want to be anywhere else
Here with my loves
Among their blooms
Among their thorns
Is where I wish to be
-Saschia
Numb to it all
My world slipt away
Was it mine
This foreign body
of water deserted
and dripping of new substance
Maybe divined maybe cursed
Cure me of my ailments
Feed me your wine but allow me
a foot on the ground
A toe?
A finger?
-Saschia
You are a poet because of the way in which you document your life.
The gates of my garden are left open to wanderers
They say I’m too friendly and I shouldn’t be so trusting
and that matters of love are a waste of time
But that just isn’t me
The roses have died and bloomed
dried out
been over watered and pruned too early
But come spring they show their rosey pink cheeks
as if none of those things
ever mattered.
-Saschia Johnson
I circled him
finding his flaws In every inch of my poetry
I don’t touch him because
he’s my own sacred shrine
untouched by human artists
Untouched by the words of man
Only to be described in silence by the divine
Whether you believe in that type of thing
or not
he’ll tell you to believe and behind him
I’d nod, yes, conflicted
I want him as my own
but I want the world to know this sacred
feeling I can’t afford to lose.
-Saschia Johnson
Never before have I met a man who loves me the way he does
The sky opens up and rain fills vessels
Turning empty ones into the sweetest wine
And the fire it burns
but we are left unblemished
My beats dance so free
-Saschia Johnson
I don’t want to be alone
Hold my hand
squeeze it
to remind me you’re there.
Talk to me
and send signs that you hear me
-Saschia Johnson
