Some

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While the world was chasing the light of the sun

Basking in the play of uniformed hearts

All things daytime

Glossy surfaces and comfortable prose in well-lit spaces

She noticed some who quietly breathe at 4am

Who quietly ponder thoughts in the dark

Mirrored in their tired eyes

She noticed the light of the moon

Its ability to shine during darkness

Not when the world is well-lit, comfortably warm and knowing

The moon, its unique nature of sitting in the discomfort of the dark

Embracing fear

Yet still able to bring light

Hanging just right

Beside the stars where hopes and dreams are silently thrown when dusk departs and prior to the assumed arrival of dawn

In her quiet

She fell in love with the moon, its gentle touch and tender ways of giving light to those who dare to breathe in the discomfort of their dark

~Alisa Hutton

Laying in Her Soak

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Laying in her soak, eyes gently closed

Her reflection in the mirror gracing me as I pass in stride

Pulled with ease, an awakening

Her, she is

Exquisite art

Long in her relaxed stretch

Hand loosely dangling over the edge, inviting touch

The light catching every detail in her uniform perfection

Magnificence

She is to be written with gentle and adoring love

Painted with honorable and brilliant colors

Photographed with exaltation and respected attention

The universe tapped on my shoulder as I was passing by

Reminding me of the gift in my heart

Drenched as I lay in her soak

~Alisa Hutton

                                                           

A Single Glance

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A single glance

Your chest no longer of familiar beat

One simple touch

Wish away paced familiar know

In perfect stillness

She will show you how to dance

Exhaling her song gently in your ear

Fantasy nibbling away all of your fears

Words that pour with the seductive bite of a smooth scotch

Intellect that will wrap your mind and drag it by the tail back to bed

Intoxicated with each sip that gratefully graces your tongue

Let her wash over you like the warm trusted ocean she is

Settle in to the humidity that embraces you in fall

Drop your boundaries beside your clothes

Fold them neatly and place them to the side

For the only things you will need is the discomfort your total exposure

And

The knowledge that she has arrived

~Alisa Hutton

Comfortable Bite

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She drank from a cup called love

Topped with romantic tale and bold sincerity

Holding dreams in passing clouds and whispered glances

Dropping her thoughts and caring extension

Eyes and Heart

Expansive and wide open

Her vision, none

A seat at the table of embarrassment and hurt

Plated for one

Concepts of such belief seemingly left a stain on her linen

As her mother always warned

Fine cotton is not meant for every guest who arrives at your door

Merely for the ones who show good character and by standard deserve a little more

Glitter from her belief in magic started to scratch at her throat

Taking pause her heart took note

She sucked on a lozenge, a new flavor she thought she should try

Reality

Not so inspiring but a much more comfortable bite

~Alisa Hutton

The Space Between

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Have you ever noticed the space between the wick and the flame?

Sat in your quiet breath and observed the void between the two

Integral space needed to keep purposed light

An oddly required polarity to serve self and the other with unspoken respect

The wick holding its unique contribution of longevity to care for the flame

The flame holding its unique contribution of longevity to care for the wick

In that care and purpose

A respected space allowing both to fulfill their nature

Have you ever noticed the space between the wick and the flame?

~Alisa Hutton