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.
Firework • Opuss № I