Pyrrhic

Wishing on all the stars in her sky

Hoping to fill hearts with a little bit of magic

She forgot about her own

~Alisa Hutton

I Dreamt About You Last Night

I dreamt about you last night

We sat across from one another at a wooden picnic table,

romantically weathered with perfect patina

The spring sunshine warming our backs

Surrounded by gardens written in an old English countryside

My mind creating a space just for you

I watched as your eyes danced with excitement,

telling me about your books and writing

Your eyes reminded me of the first time we met.

Sitting across the table,

locked with interest I couldn’t look away

Absorbing with curiosity,

our story had never ended

A comfort waved over me as we were sitting in your perfect place

In a romantic ideal, magical

It wasn’t an ideal or magical for us though because we knew in our hearts it does exist

It was just us

No limit on time

No boundary of any sort

It felt so close, every sense absorbed each moment

Simplistic and beautiful

We held hands and talked

I played with the ring on your finger as you spoke,

the same ring I noticed the first time we met

No end in engagement

No wavering or question

Fluid warmth

We gently kissed

My eyes opened

My lips still pressed from what seemed so real

I dreamt about you last night

I dusted off the story we had started to write,

I tucked this in between the pages

Even if it was only a dream I had about you last night

~Alisa Hutton

Salt

Nails bleeding

Clawing yourself out

Primal

Gasping for authentic air to touch your soul

Scars rot with infection begging to feel the warmth of new life unfold

Even the most gentle of touches hurt

Cracked open

Raw

Salt poured on open wounds

The paradox of the heal and burn

~Alisa Hutton

Savage

Tie me up

Burn and cut me

Ravage as you do

It is the air you breathe

Let it fill your soul as you watch me bleed

Love. Always. Every pore.

~Alisa Hutton

Walk Slowly

When the night shook me awake

I was reminded

One hand cannot cover the entirety of the sky

As I was looking down trying to control my step

I was reminded

Walk slowly with gratitude in each breath

As I fell to my knees

As my arms extended

Mantra reverberating in my deepest seas

My tears reminded me

Simply be

~Alisa Hutton

Freedom

Her words walked with bricks and mortar

Posed and stiff

A ballerina without movement

Poetry asked her to dance

Exposed and frightened her heart began to float with each new word

She was in love

Dancing with the poetry  she moved freely

Freedom

~Alisa Hutton

Five Bucks

Five bucks for five minutes of fun

Fast and slick

Shiny and unchaste

Sleepless nights

Drowning in her pool of self-inflicted vacuity

A once undervalued little girl

Trappings of generational ruin

Carrying clandestine vacancy in her adult heart

Flickering illumination

Shadowed by ornamentation

If only she knew

She is worth more

She is not

Five bucks

For five minutes of fun

~Alisa Hutton

 

The Break of Dawn

I walked through the darkness with the faint whispers of her voice chasing me, turning me with panicked blind direction.

Sharp branches brushing against my limbs as a reminder of the isolation

I could feel my heart becoming weary of desolation

As the darkness broke a misty saddened fog set upon me

The heavy damp of the air gently danced on my lips, touches of a weighted nothing

The sound of her faint breathing romantically guiding me closer

A glimmer of what I felt in my soul, a deep passionate pull in a direction of vast open being

Endless valleys of aromatic flowers

A vision of a deep, magnificent sea that dances with the moon and laughs with the stars

A world of endless possibility filled with the sweetness of life

As fatigue and sadness collapse my body helplessly to the ground emptiness pours in to my soul

I raise my head one last time to see the break of dawn

Before me a valley of beautiful flowers

The sun ripples on the glistening waves in the distance

Then with the slightest touch of a hand on my shoulder, I know she who I was looking for was with me all along, she gently whispers in my ear….

~Alisa Hutton

 

The Moment

A warm summer breeze meanders across your body

Beseeching inhale

Imploring exhale

Wanting more

Droplets of wet

Trickling and tracing through soul and pore

A vortex of intoxication

The moment you walk in her door

~Alisa Hutton

Last Night

 

You visited my dreams last night

The same kind eyes and gentle voice I once knew long ago

We sat across from one another without the temperament of grief or distress sparring between our light

Flowing shared reliable tales of laughter and life

Like two small children

Free of the confines of our suffocating adult lives

No burden of loss weighing on our backs, preventing us from looking up

Giddy with excitement and giggles

A sadness washed over you as we paused to smile at one another

I am sorry

I love you

With the heart of a child

I forgave you

When you visited my dreams last night

~Alisa Hutton