SUMMER DOWN UNDER

Do you remember…

when we were castigated by God
for fucking in the rain
on the side of a lonely country road
with the car still running?

only a millimetre of eyebrow raised
Brought us skidding to a stop
Shedding clothes like too-hot
baked potatoes

the hail hurt
laughter adding to the pain
raw and steaming
we headed for the nearest church

It was locked.