Perfectly

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The dance between dusty thoughts and childlike giggles

Dark skies while sipping on my pain

Simplicity is savored in a porcelain tea cup, it’s a Bergamot kind of day

Paralyzing grief served on Friday’s plate

Numbed by uninhibited dancing on Saturday with a random fake

The day will dawn

The night will darken

Who I am in this moment

With just one sentence

Is perfectly forgotten

By Alisa Hutton

Scent

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The lingering embers of sweet grass on cold October nights

Dew on the morning honeysuckle that warmly wrapped us in July

Star-dust trailing across a seemingly never-ending August sky

September rains, the forest and full moon tide

Tiny breathes in December as snowfall blankets outside

Opening blooms and light announcing May has arrived

Sipping a warm latte while bundled on the beach, moments in April’s time

Laughter and glances, Shiraz, the scent of March for you and I

You asked what your scent was

It is the softness and perfection of taste, memory and time

~Alisa Hutton

Love Held

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Delivered in gesture

Kind words wrapped in poetic dance

The melt in your single glance

How your genuine smile brightens my way

Laughter and timelessness, the romanticism of our simple summer day

A soft touch when my heart called for nurture and care

Pressed memories of love between pages that never go away

Eyes that see magic, captured moments and all the precious details of life

An extended hand lifting me up the times I needed it the most

The judge of none, the ask of neither, the lover of one

A chosen soul that captured what is my purest form and honors it with continued dignity and grace

In my heart, forever

A love held for you in a special place

~Alisa Hutton

Welcome Her Home

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Sitting across from her at our table

The small kerosene lamp dancing light off her hands, inviting caress and hold

I dreamed of us once

Anticipation of a destined familiarity before reality pressed its flowers in our story book

Here we were again, this time in shared space and breath

Eyes open, hearts sitting in rise

Was my dream the reality I needed to feel in order enable vision?

Or was my vision what I needed in order to enable my feelings?

Was the quiet of my night where my heart was found?

How did she know to look, was it ever her choice not to?

Her eyes in that one moment

Like the universe throwing an anchor out of my boat in wake

Causing pause, an altering drag in time

Ushering away all that was meant to pass in gentle flow

Leaving only the space we share and the stars that guide us home

The universe collided without our direction

The universe collided without our ask

The universe speaking only to say

Look in her eyes and welcome her home

~Alisa Hutton

Pause

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The human business of mindfulness such a curious thing

With every breath individual moments of thought and emotion

Little pangs that rattle and tap at my conscience heart

Enter and exit with kindness regardless of felt pleasure or pain

Not mine to edit, simply notice

In my quiet

The judge, the jury and the critic no longer speaking with such volume and in disruptive ways

Creating space the waves now able to reach my shore

Sitting by the ocean I am reminded,

What was lost to the noise of my spirit and mind

Now seems so effortlessly found

In my pauses, in clarified silent ways

I find myself breathing the simple nature of missing you in my days

~Alisa Hutton

Now

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Placed before me, moments

Greeting each with gratitude

Even the uncomfortable and unknown

Inhaling, a note is left to seed

Exhaling, a note is left to seed

Growing the same message; now is joy

My heart is my only home

It is full of sunshine and abundant bloom

My mind simply there to gently remind me to always go back to where I belong

This morning resting in myself

Love called me back home

~Alisa Hutton

Loneliness

It is that cool breeze that seems to chill sadness through your bones. The quiet knowing glance of emptiness as you watch the snow fall in the night. Mirroring a raw soundlessness reminding you that you are all alone. Moments of beauty that scratch at your soul, the wish to share them but only echoes roll. It is building a beautiful life for two and the melancholy realization you are the only one who will ever come home.  It is thoughtful days that pass by minute on queue and the humble awareness that your day timer may be the only memories of you. It is the empty spaces that you so longingly wish you could fill. You are the silent screams of those unseen. The story of the invisible that never spoke a tale of you and me.  Your inner most fear, dying alone without care or notice. A gentle leaf that is returned to the Earth and never known.

-Loneliness

~Alisa Hutton

My Love

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She is my safety, the one who hears my quiet cries. Protecting me in her darkness and offering kisses of light from her starlit sky. Pouring her moon over me with unconditional grace, she knows my heart and love in every way.

Allowing me growth in felt embrace and exhaled hold.  She is my unspoken affair and the gentle secret of my life. She is my 4 am and the middle of my night.

-the evening sky

~Alisa Hutton

Anticipation

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It is that unpredictable edge of the wave right before the break. Breathless raw fear that feels as though it may swallow you whole. That moment of  bated-breath before uttering the words of your unspoken heart. I love you. Feeling electricity run through your body like a freight train about to jump its tracks. Tender vulnerability that is seconds away from the light of exposure. Will you rise in strength or cower in shame? Do you open your mouth or leave it alone? Do you keep in silence what I already know? It is anxiety screaming as courage fights to enter the ring of all that is unforeseen and unknown. A dance between yesterday and tomorrow when today is the most meaningful show. It is the universe speaking to you in its loud taps and whispering ways. Exceptionally honorable in its truth and magnificently bold, the feelings of the heart that are about to be told.

-Anticipation

~Alisa Hutton

The Moment

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A warm summer breeze meanders across your body

Beseeching inhale

Imploring exhale

Wanting more

Droplets of wet

Trickling and tracing through soul and pore

A vortex of intoxication

The moment you walk in her door

~Alisa Hutton