Scott Butner
Category Archives: Mine
Left
I woke up with a poem inside meTaking its placeIn the space you abandoned The unreached lightBetween my ribs,A tiny cave that went Unoccupied for so longI had forgotten it was ever there. But you sniffed it out;You found it,And curled your heart, peacefully, next to mine. Pumping together simultaneously,Making our bodies thrumHeightening our sensesAnd ourContinue reading “Left”
I Hope I’m Still Here
I know you left out of self preservation I know I’m not a mere spark I’m a raging hellfireAll consumingAll the time You had to save yourselfBefore turning to ashA pillar of saltAnd mourning What you don’t knowIs I’m also Joy I’m your happiness incarnateAll inspiringAll the time We could have saved each other. You’ll never know thatMyContinue reading “I Hope I’m Still Here”
Muse
For days I triedTo decideWhich part of you to write about firstCan one poem hold all of you?Can a thousand? Your essence is untouchableYou’re calm, funny, and trueYour long dark beardOr the height of your muscular masculine body isn’t what defines you(I want to press my small hands against you) Emerald greenAnd stormy sky blue(tingedContinue reading “Muse”
Your hands know me
They so rarely stutter across my thighs, as you drag your fingers like paint, every bit of me is coloured with you and your rooted musky scent. Your lips never have to search long, my brown skin will guide your way. Breathe me in, press me in, before my body leaves, astray. I need youContinue reading “Your hands know me”
Warmth
To you I’m a warm auraA fire containedAnd I’m jealous of that warmthBecause for me, you reside so deeply in my chest that the sunlight doesn’t touch youYou are where certain dark things are to be lovedBetween the shadow and the soulSo if I was cracked openPieces of you would fall outAnd I don’t knowContinue reading “Warmth”
Push
You pushed too farYour tendrils curled around my thighs, slinkingWrapped around my hips, grippingCaressed my waist, prodding Slithered to my lips while slipping down my throat searching for a story that I wasn’t ready to tell You saw colours inside me and wanted them for your own, shimmery and folding into each other, if youContinue reading “Push”
Stardust
Why can’t I breath anymore?Your words swirl around my face, suffocating me into a catatonic state. I try to find meaning in your words, the ones you use as weapons, the ones you use to hide meaning, exploiting them, exploiting me. How dare you? Words are for gentle caressing of the soul, a soft whisper buried inContinue reading “Stardust”
About this blog
Testing out some poetry, that will hopefully be turned into a comic, or song, or maybe it’ll just exist in this little bubble. I want to leave a piece of me, however small; I want you to have it.
