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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.
About the Creator
Rachel M.J
Magical realist
I like to write about things behaving how they shouldn't ~
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