Bonfire Night

I leave the window slightly open,
To see how its slanted glass will cope,
I can vaguely hear the muffled shouts,
Of blossoming colors bright,
And swallow the distinct sense of smoke.

It sets off the aftertaste of a flame,
It's bitter spark still left on my tongue
As it yearns to set alight my lung,
With the fire of your name.
I fear its failure, that its incandescent smile
Will flail in the cold open air for a while,
And then ascend into the indifferent night.

And in between each burst of blame,
As disorder dissipates into the velvet sea,
There rests a calm, timid, peaceful shame.
Until the next crimson reaches its height,
And tints the sky with a shade of the same
Dazed cerise, the aftershock released,
But after a while the tint shall cease,
And all shall return, to that blackish hue.
With that slight hint of the preceding glow,
The memory I cannot undo,
The only burn I'll ever know.