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Artem 7d
In your hands you held my pain.
Each paper shell that I tore through
Glistened in the sunlit rain,
Endlessly being made anew.
Artem Jun 25
I stood before you, flesh peeled back
Every trembling heartbeat showing.

You placed a gloved hand on my cheek,
soft and tender, left me unknowing.
For a friend
Artem Jun 23
Last night I poured a cup of tea
For every problem wrong with me.
And when the list of guests was up,
For me was left an empty cup.
For my thoughts
Artem Apr 5
Someone looked into my heart
As if I spoke my mind through him
Someone touched my hand and felt
Beyond insensate gloves of skin
Someone looked behind my face
His recognition crystalline
Someone looked into my heart
Someone noticed me within
For a fellow artist
Artem May 2023
Gifts in utero, or perhaps vice?
Primordial blessings formed with a price

Watch the hourglass turn, never to come around
Star children all burn up before they touch the ground

It’s time to take your formless shape
Opalescence often fades
The rest of us they all call names
But I have far to go, so far to fall
Artem Apr 2021
Let me thank your fingertips,
Firm caress against my lips,
Please accept this loving gift,
Yours to do with as you wish.

Persistent touch around my neck,
It keeps me in your gentle grip.

Paint a garden on my skin,
Dewdrops on a rosy flush,
Strokes to wear the canvas thin,
Make me pure in willing blush.
July 2020
Artem Dec 2019
On the longest, darkest night,
To pass the aching countdown until dawn,
We lit a candle to give us light,
A gentle flame to burn until our agonies were gone.

With wordless prayer upon my lips,
Of moonlight skin on flowing sheets,
In all the life that it has given,
Never did scarlet taste so sweet.

A path of blossoms in the dark,
Bloomed from worship of mouth on skin,
To beckon Death with gentle fingers,
Tell me, how could this be sin?

Let me soak up your burning blush against my skin as you lie with me,
Let me tell you
It is with you, my love, that I am clean;
It is like this when we are free.
To my lover
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