she was always an enigma,

her hurts stayed in reserve,

a woman of terra incognita,

a rare mistress of swerve

its been ten years by now,

and I'm still in the dark,

tantalised out of my wits,

more blissful than a lark

for the years reveal layers

that take away my breath,

novel undug virgin strata

a world away from death

its living is her catchword,

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Archaeology was my chosen field,

Artefacts and pottery sherds, that sort of thing

Above all I strove to date that

Bronze Age hair those white thighs, her

Confusing layers of strata.

In muddy trenches our

Trowels clashed and one wet field trip

We excavated each other.

Epochs later I observed her digging in a charity shop

An old ruin now,

A bit like myself

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