End of the Affair

End of the Affair

This ménage a trois has to cease
one of us needs to get some sleep
seduced by your musky squatness
so down to earth you tread
on your own moonlit shadow

honestly things have changed
since you cast such passion
digging up the latent bulbs
chomping down Spring’s iris and daffodils
abandoning all thought of me

you reacted badly to the concrete stumps
preferring the ancienne aromatics
of delta plain and river red gum
how the scent of prehensile evolution
added élan to that manic rubbing

but it’s time to end the affair
stay down in your myriad boundary haremes
coddle away in expanding hirsuteness
for a plush pile of maremma dozes
in your place under the house tonight.