Wide Open

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It isn’t my place

No plan or hope for a connection that I wish to keep

My table seats few

The spirits poured of particular character and taste, the company never cheap

Arms wide open

I am not sure your ego has allowed you to remove your blinders and fully come to see

My wing span now

The simple reflection that I have set myself free

No longer do I stand to extend myself to you in trust and good faith

See my eyes, hear my lack of words

Your delusions of me have been neatly left at the door

My respect for you sharply stuck in my back and the reality

I was always just an acquaintance

Nothing more

~Alisa Hutton

My Table

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I will build a house

Choose my counters, taps and table with unnerving ease

I have never been a woman who is driven to please

I will hear a song and can’t help but dance

My happy feet might step on yours, there’s always a chance

I prepare my food with mindful, meditative thoughts

If people thinks it’s weird, I worry not

I won’t ponder long on things I was told I should or can

I don’t follow recipes or societies plan

Some think I am random or plotted wrong

My intentions are good and my values strong

I take a little longer with whom I love and share

My heart is big and keenly aware

So curious to me, you always seem to be right there

A decision that comes easy when choosing a table and loving you

It makes me smile and always seats two

~Alisa Hutton