3 November 2012

Another kiss in the cold,

Warm lips brush against

Bitter freezing cheeks,

Your breath escaping in

Visible billowing plumes;

I'm enveloped in you

As we stand together amid

The piecing November air,

Two burning hearts

Before the fierce flames

Of an amber-glow bonfire,

Faces turned skyward,

Awaiting the telltale whoosh

Of a sparkling rocket tail,

An explosion of newborn stars,

Almost magical against the

Thick black of the night sky,

The crowd oohs and ahhs;

I'm more overawed by the

Fireworks inside as your

Arms slip around me and

We savour the simple joy

Of bonfire night.

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