/// The man wears a g-string and cap.
The girl? See-through cloth drapes her lap.
Stones at neck, band in hair.
Nothing else does she wear.
While he works, she just stares at the chap.
/// In old Egypt, both risk a sun burn.
For the stone carver she seems to yearn.
Though the man’s hieroglyphic
may, when done, be terrific—
not the girl’s “overarching” concern.
/// On his scaffold she poses and waits
‘til his hammer and chis’ling abates.
Does she long for her face
to be carved in that place?
Or just hungrily seeking his dates?
/// The man wears a g-string and cap.
The girl? See-through cloth drapes her lap.
Stones at neck, band in hair.
Nothing else does she wear.
While he works, she just stares at the chap.
/// In old Egypt, both risk a sun burn.
For the stone carver she seems to yearn.
Though the man’s hieroglyphic
may, when done, be terrific—
not the girl’s “overarching” concern.
/// On his scaffold she poses and waits
‘til his hammer and chis’ling abates.
Does she long for her face
to be carved in that place?
Or just hungrily seeking his dates?