Today, I closed my eyes with a generous sigh
To pen of an evening, our’s alone
A secret garden, romantically wrapped in energy and know
Poetic dance, reminiscent verse captured in bend and hold
Extended equal stretch smoothly poured over ice
Time devoured in moments that could forever stand still
So effortlessly captured, deeply penetrating sensory snap shots in my mind
Story rolling in ease and play
Your eyes flickering all the beautiful colors of muse and soul
Breathing deeply, a delicate kiss, undressed in deliberate touch
Imagination drifted me far away
As I tried to pen of an evening
Incredibly
Our’s alone
~Alisa Hutton