About That

 

belonging

When did I forget?

Where in between knowing how to roar and pounce with ferocity did I start to bow to what was dumped on my shore

When did I stop kicking the garbage aside and let it burrow in my heart, that shit, nothing but genetic folklore

Who handed over the gift of my worth and desire like weightless confetti thrown effortlessly, just as ignorance breathes nonsense

At what God forsaken turn did I believe what I was told rather than what my intuition knows?

When did I roll over on my back and let life happen, lose my laughter, spice and interest

Who let me, why did they let me, who was cheering for me, did they not see me go

Get up

Stand up

Stop looking down

You and me

We’re meant for so much more

-Belonging

By Alisa Hutton

Your Pool

your-pool

Dive in to that pool you call your crazy and tell me what you find

Give that animal a name and face that wreaks havoc in your mind

Does it speak to you in romantic verse or sing charmingly out of tune

Will it tell you to dance in perfect step or lack inhibition as you howl at the moon

Does your partner know when it comes to life

Can they see it in your eyes

Do they cherish it with warm embrace or dress it in domestic lies

Can you feel your wild and uncomfortable excitement and ride it as you should

Or do you sip your tea in perfect warmth only wishing that you could

If you feel scared, refreshingly alive and I make you slightly nervous

You may be right with those racing thoughts that seem to occupy your mind

Dive in to that pool you call your crazy and tell me who you find

~Alisa Hutton

One Last Time

one last time

One last time

The light of the candles flickering across your face in the dark

My vision trying to capture perfect little glimpses of your eyes

Life seemingly paused for our accidental euphoric tangle

No words, only our breathe clocking rhythm and time

The silence in the sound breeding a paced breathlessness

Tantalizingly poured over my lobe as your soft lips touch whispering elation

Wrapping ourselves in to one another with smooth passionate flow

Our merging skin mapping desire and ferocity

An overwhelming dance that screams to entwine our tentacles

Sweat dripping off of our bodies absorbed in to the tossed white cotton nest

Hearts pounding, pressing flesh, droplets of intensity

One last time

~Alisa Hutton