Standing in the dark outside your house,
mosquitoes ravenous on bare legs
making you wallaby skip.
Cool clouds covering hot afternoon summer.
Rustling possums in undergrowth,
looking, laughing, along with kookaburras.
It was that feeling I always get with you,
not wanting to leave without touching you,
my heart in my throat and
reaching out towards you.
Our arms meeting in wrist-lock,
lips in fresh love-lock,
eyes slitted half-closed.
At parting you smiled and said
Hotlips.