Archaeologist

Dark caves,
Paintings on the wall.
You wonder
How to see them all.
Ripen air, gooey warmth,
Sheltered masculinity.
You never knock
To gain entry.

Buried pride, I led your hands,
Fingertips to cold stone bed.
I gave you shelter you wrecked it down,
You told them all I was around.

A hole inside my head
You dig too deep what's in there?

Tell you so
Tu es un imbécile
Archaeologist



Credits
Writer(s): Dora Hegyi
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