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