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

 

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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

Butterflies

Butterflies are set free from her mouth,

the way none-sense usually is.

You see, she’s the type to speak before she thinks,

a quality others admire most about her.

Thousands of butterflies escaped

and filled the room.

Her mouth hung open.

Not word bounced off the walls,

only thoughts and butterflies.

-Saschia

 

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Matters Of Love

The gates of her garden are left open to wanderers

They say she’s too friendly and she shouldn’t be so trusting

that matters of love are a waste of time

But that isn’t her

The roses died and bloomed

and dried out

They’ve been over watered,

pruned too early,

and forgotten,

But come spring they show their rosy pink faces

As if all those things

could have destroyed a blooming rose

-Saschia Johnson

 

 

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