Lavender Vodka

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The flicker that excitedly danced in my eyes

Ignited perhaps by the lavender vodka purchased on my tab

A well mixed cocktail called a Femme Fatale

I hear your thanks, I raise my worth

When you reached for my hand in seek of loving warmth

I wonder

Were you chilled by the cold in my heart

Or was it your frosty demeanor that never allowed the thaw

While quenching your thirst during your visit to my protected harbor

You left a rusted anchor on my shore, it belongs to a vessel they call your past

I think I saw your values floating away

The bed we shared, the vulnerability that was served on that plate you licked clean

My mistake

I took it for more than sheets needing to be pressed with dignity and trust

The dry cleaner called, the shirt I gave you off my back is ready for pick up

Poetry I wrote for you with a renewed beating heart

Brace yourself, you were kissing a fool

Like a record that has a deep scratch, I skipped that part where you said you didn’t actually care

The line of reality and commonality is thin between that of the liar and that of the delusional

Time to pull out cupid’s arrow and put it to good use to scratch my head

Trying to forget the person sitting beside me who never existed

Drinking my lavender vodka in a well mixed cocktail I think I have tasted before

Femme Fatale

~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

Pass The Salt

salt

Poetic confetti tossed with brazen flare

Words pouring with the clarity of a smooth, Russian vodka

Ignore the bite, something so fine can do no harm

Watch my eyes

They will tell you everything you do not hear

Listen to my words

You will see nothing at all

Touch my lips

I share them with many

Reach for my heart so you can feel me pull yours out

Sorry…you left your light on and I tripped on your soul

I was looking for mine while lost in my dark

I thought you were special

My shiny new thing

Pass the salt

~Alisa Hutton

The Day She Awoke

mossy-oak

She is nothing wrong

Cracks in her foundation no longer void of fill

Merely a shared opportunity for her light to shine on darkness

Shadow blooming as a reminder, she stands not alone

As tall as the mossy oak that spoke to her the secrets of the quiet

Grand in her roots

Skinned knees not a portrait of her fall but of her noble rise and heal

A story vulnerably spoken in all three acts

Her heart full of pain reminds her

Hold your badge high

Proudly

Feel

Live

The day she awoke

Returning to love

~Alisa Hutton

 

 

 

 

She Is

she-is

I am

Short in breath with trusting know

She is the duality of uncomfortable and knowing, merging as one

A broken window in the middle of the night that reminds us of the cold

Imperfect in its pane

A broken window in the middle of the night that reminds us of the moonlight

Perfect in its pane

She wraps me in all that I do and do not know

Tapping on my conscience, pull up a chair and have a seat

Serendipity is about to play

I cannot run fast, neither slow

She is the duality

Making my heart flow

~Alisa Hutton

 

 

Perfect Sky

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Walking with our arms locked in the middle of the night

A quiet ritual of meeting between her and I

An open field reflecting the broad moon in poetic waves across the summer grasses

Holding our crimson lantern to the open starlit sky

Our dance, our song, purposed only for whispering romance back in our lives

As the flame fills the fragile paper shell with expanding life

Her voice smoothly pours like scotch over ice “I made us a wish”

Standing as one our dreams carried away far beyond our eye

For a moment we stand holding hands in the quiet of our drifting light

Wrapped in heaven and compassionate hold

We share a perfect kiss under our wished upon

Perfect sky

~Alisa Hutton

May I

true love

A clear winter night, the moon dancing over the ocean seemingly dusted with magic

The crisp air biting with nervous anticipation

May I kiss you now?

I am sorry the moon is not hanging quite right, you will need to wait as the moon and I have a special relationship

As they bid goodbye she thought maybe there is still hope

May I kiss you now?

I am sorry I am far too tired you will need to ask me when I feel more rested, perhaps try another season

Walking side by side in the park on a perfectly temperate romantic spring day

Tulips and daffodils in perfect sway the moment seemed right and the season surely better

May I kiss you now?

I caution you the spring is never the right time to make such commitments

Spring is the time for bloom, the flowers and I need our space to grow

Sitting on the beach with the summer sun warming their backs and sand romantically sticking to their souls

May I kiss you now?

Summer is the time for travel I must leave you and this place in order to feel truly free

Fall arrives with a muted grey, alone watching the fire

Breathing in the dull comfort and safety of being alone

The doorbell rings

I have finished wandering and done all that I have needed to

Can I sit beside you and watch the fire, can you ask me once more?

Before I do, answer me this

Why have you made me wait so long?

Romance is beautiful, commitment long but as the seasons pass only that of a true love will remain consistent and strong

May I kiss you now?

~Alisa Hutton

She

woman

Watching the candle light flicker on her face

Shadows of illumination dancing in her eyes

Blinking only to create snap shots, moments of her perfection

Breathing her in deeply

Slowly absorbing her scent, drawn hypnotically up the nape of her neck for more

Never enough

Your relaxing lips softly mapping your way across her

Consciously aware of every breath, every beat

Her euphoric wash

The slow pouring of all your senses

Bodies entwined and curling in wrap

Limbs taking hold, ivy vines encapsulating souls

You cannot mistake her for momentary lust

She will feel different, special

As your world stands still

Time will drip with glorious slow precision

Her breathing regulates your heart

Never devour

Only savour

She comes with no beginning nor end

Her

Heaven on Earth

She

Is love

~Alisa Hutton

Sincerely, The Florist

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Dear customer,

My orchid will need to be taken care of with the delicacy she deserves. You undoubtedly will see her unique beauty and glowing magnificence. If you do not, I ask that you please not take her home. Perhaps purchase yourself something of a more common variety that requires less care?

My orchid is very special, you should know. You may want to place her in a location according to your eyes desire. However, she does not do well this way. Not in the least. She needs the perfect amount warmth, light, moisture and always gentle handling. Only with this will she do well. My orchid will decide her home, she knows best where she grows.

If you touch her petals without care, indeed damage you will cause. Please refrain from careless handling. She is sensitive and precious. If you truly wish to cherish her remember this. She is delicate, believe her to be sacred and honor her so. She will thrive.

You need to also know how I run my shop. Flowers are not grown to be picked by the stem and put in water until they die. They are a beautiful gift that must be cared for, appreciated and naturally grown. So before you take on my precious orchid, give good thought as to your interest in something so beautiful that requires such care.

On second thought dear customer, my orchid is not for sale.

 

Sincerely,

The Florist

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