Craig E Scutt

I want nothing more
Than your
Sunsets
Or
Sunrises
And
All the in between.
Hands knotting
In silence
Or vocal and obscene.

The kind of connection that seems to have endured on repeat.
The kind of intimacy that could be silent, could be so close that air can’t pass.
The kind of tethering that the bodies of the two can communicate by sight, by touch.

A love affair, infinitely.

I wish I could be in a decaying orbit around you,on a slow, deliberate collision course.

Sometimes people aren't who you think they are. And sometimes, people are exactly who you wish they weren't.

A bloodletting, letting ghosts go.

if there’s one thing
about fate,
it
t vv i s t s…
✨

You ask me
Why
But maybe
The real question
Ought to be

Why not?

sometimes the heart
is a phantom limb

don’t think
for a
second
that
a dagger
doesn’t
dream
of
becoming
a vvand…✨

there vvere
dozens of
disembodied
voices,
and each
one begged
to come
closer…✨

Just like that, she was killing me a bit more each day.

Slowly. Magically. Wonderfully.

So much so that I never even saw death coming until it was far too late and all I could do was smile.

I may or may not
Be a minor threat.
I could or could not be
That loss you’ll regret.

It’s Friday
So I’ll take
Just a little time
To fall away
Inside myself
Into the darkness
Of my mind.
I wonder if
I’ll find you there
Waiting on
My touch.
The way I’m
Longing to
Find yours there
Never getting enough.

If I’m being completely honest, I would be more than fine drinking whiskey, holding hands and talking with you by the fire in the twilight.

And I don’t care who knows it.

a light so intuitive
no paths or maps
needed to find it
no words or form
needed to define it
only a gentle return
back home, to warmth

Part the sea
to know what treasures of the deep
remain hidden;
part my ribs
to discover what is priceless
within me

I’ve tried to forget you
A thousand time or more
Yet my heart just can’t
Let the memories be.

Give me all the depth.

The kind that knots its fingers in my hair.
The kind that guides me, the kind that rides me, in the middle of the night.
The kind that encourages me to be boisterous, to be vocal, even in broad daylight.

so often, it's been the smallest
of things that have saved me

So brave… 🫶🏼

You would think by now
At this certain level of age
One could master the fine art
Of just looking the other way.
But magnetism, like gravity
Has a nature all its own
So here one finds one’s self
Ever drawn back, wherever I may roam.

Two poets
Falling into
Falling for
Each other
Will most
Certainly
Result in
A romantic
Erotic
And eventual
Tragic tale.

Let the colours you show be true, let me see into you

😏🖕🏻🥰

Ugh 💩

the love you have
at your fingertips
why do you not use it
why do you sit in silence
when you could make music

This could be us, but your mixed signals are off putting.

It’s not in me to lie
More than wanting to see you
In the light
In the flesh
I long to see you through your eyes.
Even if only to lift you up
So you might realize those things one
Might regard as flaws
Are just parts of your brilliant disguise

I’ve never met a goddess I didn’t recognize.

Vintage Valentine