Passionfruit

I won't be home until the passionfruit's grow on a string across the yard;

plucked from the neighbours, from father to palm, "It'll grow back" -

a wink

I won't be home until the passionfruit seeds float circles in the drink;

made for Christmas in Australian heat,

add pineapple,

punch

and peach

I won't be home until passionfruit rings through balmy bars on November wind;

Sun-shower beats at peaky-blinders and droplets deposit ginger on skin -

summer-fruit residue caught in your curls

covering lovers with dust of shimmering colours;

I pictured you once in amber...

You glowed from within - an incandescent warmth - despite the drench, the droplets dripping

Run to the car under cover of stars

Your lips still taste of passion

fruit.