Today, I closed my eyes with a generous sigh

To pen of an evening, our’s alone

A secret garden, romantically wrapped in energy and know

Poetic dance, reminiscent verse captured in bend and hold

Extended equal stretch smoothly poured over ice

Time devoured in moments that could forever stand still

So effortlessly captured, deeply penetrating sensory snap shots in my mind

Story rolling in ease and play

Your eyes flickering all the beautiful colors of muse and soul

Breathing deeply, a delicate kiss, undressed in deliberate touch

Imagination drifted me far away

As I tried to pen of an evening

Incredibly

Our’s alone

~Alisa Hutton