Us Off Caves

What artifacts remain?
Just metres below our sleeping bags And battery speakers?
Secret mounds indicating
Ice age civilisations
Upper paleolithic
Mammoth ivory
Betula Pendula is her Latin name

I want to touch you at the stigma
Make your anthers explode
In a passionate paroxysm of pollen
(And possibly confetti)
I want to embrocate my infatuation
In your natural lotion
Come the local spores
I want to meet your mum and dad
And watch Jeremy Kyle in your living room
Us off caves

There are oyster catchers operating
On the mudflats not far from here
But you were laughing hysterically
And falling in the stonecrop
I held your body and got you to sit down
On a commemorative bench
In the arboretum, in the moonlight
Smothered by your hot fragrance
Suppressing affection
Until it faded like a phantom in the park
Then you had a bad idea
To swim in the wetlands
(Too much vodka tonic)

Put your hands to the hardening sap
Who needs the city?
We’ve got these spires of bark
Where people do secret deeds
Poke the mystery with a stick
And awaken the sleeping unsolved

Us off caves
Wavering from my designated perch
Makes the blood drain from my face
And normally my legs are numb
Will I make it to behind this tree
To wee on it’s fallen leaves?