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
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
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Writer(s): Dora Hegyi
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