You nuzzled into my fresh stubble
Whilst remnants of hardened toffee
Nested in the crack of your lips.
Our eyes following the flares heading sky bound
Until our necks jarred back, upon the crackled impact.

But then the late autumn frost
Took grasp of our spines
Sending them into numb spasm.
We drew to the conclusion
That now was the hour to perhaps retreat
To the warmth indoors.