waiting turned
to drifting
she only heard
his call at the edge of her
voice slipped in
to her skin as a shiver
a ripple in the wind

from the inside moving outwards
the way young lovers think they do
he's felt her blood warming and drowning
extinguish the storm she's carrying them through

waiting turned
to action
she pulled her gaze
away from the walls
senses slimmed
upon that knocking at that door
she rose to let him in

from the inside moving outwards
the way young lovers think they do
he's felt her blood warming and drowning
extinguish the storm she's carrying them through

maybe they met in the inner city
they spend more than they can afford
on wine and small gifts for each other
even though it's not christmas
even though it's no one's birthday

maybe they're scattered around
a backyard in sydney's west
and they're only son is eating cereal
and he's got a big ring of milk around his mouth
and they laugh at him

and his son doesn't know why
but he looks at the only two people he knows
and laughs right back at them

he knows
he knows
she's coming to the door

she knows
she knows
she's coming to the door

he knows
he knows

suddenly there's
wind in her fingers
sun in his belly

and him rising through her feet

suddenly there's
clouds in her hair
and rain on her lips and

their first and last kiss

we are here now