Poems from Artemamoris
They say
A small stream carved
The Grand Canyon
Maybe that's why
I'm so afraid
of water
Crumble
(you're tired)
I'm
(Speaking generalities
Of passing times and
Passing faces
The ones you ask politely
"How are you?"
But no one really gives a damn
About...
The memory of your body
Naked and glistening
Contrasted under the cotton sheets
Is to recall the grandiose of the stars
Retuning to the...
Remember when you caught me
Bleeding in my bed
Hands and face the deepest shade of red
And I was floating
Through those stars that you call...