The Circus

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A line dangerously high and fine

Invisible tight ropes between subtle realities

Be equally comfortable with great heights and long falls

Learn your feet well, how and when they need to walk

To and from are different directions

Choices and options

One, founded in the risk of the possibility to be hurt for the right reasons

The other, assured risk of the possibility to be hurt for the wrong reasons

One simply is love

The other merely seeking to feel loved

Different shows performing in the same circus

Walking tight ropes

~Alisa Hutton

I Am Me

Simply

I am scared but never fearful

I once lost myself deeply in love

I found myself because of this

It will always be a successful relationship for this reason

I have made poor choices that came with a landslide of shame and remorse

I learned the importance of never putting my values down

I breathe them now

Those values line the soles of my shoes

I don’t regret my choices for they have taught me

I stumble and I fall

I always get back up

It will happen again

I am not perfect

I never will be nor do I care to chase illusions of such

My humility and compassion live in my fabric because of this

My glass is not half empty nor half full

My life and attitude are not measured by a glass

I am open and vast and ever-expanding

My heart is pure and this is all the perfect I need

I make no apologies for who I have been or who I am

I am strength and gentle in equal force

Simply

I am me.

~Alisa Hutton

Linger

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Bite and devour that dances across my tongue, lingering taste

Pressing her lips in timeless suspension

Slow stroke of her smooth canvas leaving sensual droplets, snap shots, lingering touch

Warm hands mapping in curious trace

Fragrance that imprints the linen with her lingering scent that begs to be savored and envelopes me whole

Hints of perfume pressing against me, vividly and slow

Images of the her movements in silhouette,  a lingering hold

Visual playback that without announcement laps across my gaze, encompassing and  bold

In the quiet of my day her paced breathing than ran up my neck, lingering sounds of the night before

Notes of her that seem to reverberate deeply in my soul

She lingers across my senses in breathtaking ways

Misting her extraordinary beauty throughout my day

~Alisa Hutton

Continuum

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Longing for placid waters that lap the sound of what my heart has spoken

Sitting on my beach I trust in my warmth

Just as where the river meets the ocean

Strong currents and individual temperatures must navigate alone as they try to merge whole

All part of nature, no persons place to judge or control

Where is the line between who we were and who we are?

Is it ever a line or rather a continuum, an evolution of sorts?

A weaving of a contextual story that perhaps only I should know?

Observers with opinion can consume needed breath, interfering with flow

Yesterday I retreated to an old shore

Only to be reminded

I don’t live there anymore

~Alisa Hutton

Darkness

Darkness

Unannounced

Darkness that swallows in whole

Close your eyes, it is the only reprieve from the black you know

Feel its debilitating choke as it pins you down by the chest in suffocating hold

As its fingers slowly climb your neck removing hopeful breath from your heart and throat

Don’t run

Don’t hide

Lean is close it speaks a tale of your flat lining worth

It knows your vulnerabilities and bullet holes still bleeding from your past

Let it comfortably devour the shadows that the darkness will always cast

Lay down with your beast and whisper in its ear

Go fuck yourself

You are nothing to fear

~Alisa Hutton

My Home

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I have learned

Many will knock on your outer door

Invite in only those of good character

Your soul is your home, not all need to be welcomed to walk on your floor

My table feeds a bounty of goodness and kind but seats a chosen few

My company, my chosen story, only pure hearts bind me whole and new

Lack of values tossed with miss guided intentions always seem to fall disappointingly short

When people arrive with anything less than authentic, relationships are neither genuine nor true

I have learned to sit in quiet in the middle of my night

To feel uncomfortable dark and my effervescent light

In my dustiest times when I hear that metaphorical knock on the door of life

Intuition speaks of who needs to keep walking and comes with strife

I honor my home and yours alike, welcoming in only those who respect space with trusted care

My heart is precious, only love lives there

~Alisa Hutton

Arrival

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I speak with gentle consciousness

My words are being written on her heart

Remarkable is who she is, nothing less and so much more

Holding trust and respect in tender hand as I arrive at her door

I have learned, understanding is loves others name

Now etched on my soul

Bind benevolence in silk and keep her warm

She is the grace of an exquisite spirit

A message in a bottle poetically arriving on my shore

Inamorata, to be cherished in grateful hold

~Alisa Hutton

You

 

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If only I could photograph how beautifully you reflect in space

Capture your magnificence and place it in your hands to hold

If your eyes could see what I do

If you could feel my hearts flow

If I could just spoon to you the nectar of your spirit and the sweet taste of your soul

I quietly watch with gratitude and curious wonder crosses my mind

If only I could express to you

If only you truly knew

The incredible gift you are

Simply by being you

~Alisa Hutton

Beyond The Veil

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There was a space today between my eyes and your soul

My heart wide open to the sadness that I know you must go

I, simply an observer now watching you dance between two worlds

One I know, the other your true home

You looked at me in your knowing way and told me it was time for you to leave

Joking as we always do, I told you I was going to toss you over my shoulder and we’d make a run for the bar down the road

In that moment time stood still and we laughed like we would any other day

A small treasure of sweetness as I watch you slip away

You closed your eyes, quietly drifting off again to that other place

Smiling, you let out that giggle of yours, your body relaxed in to a warm peace

I knew in that moment such generous love is waiting for you on the other side

When you accept the invitation

I trust you will decide

Holding your hand just one last time

We shared words of love and honored it with grace as we said our final goodbye

Please, take my love and rest your heart as you walk towards your angels in the sky

~Alisa Hutton