I Dreamt About You Last Night

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

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

The Rabbit Hole

Rabbit hole

Come join me won’t you, she said whilst peering out from the rabbit hole

Pay no mind to the ornery fox, she will be leaving soon

Please do have some of my fine wine for your pleasure while you wait

It is the spirit of indecision and tossed values

Words alone you should never trust, the drink I surmise will put you at ease

Intoxicated and blurry

She spiraled down the rabbit hole

~ Alisa Hutton