Combustion

Crazy kids, canoodling,
by a fire no less.
the sparks of the flames paralleling the sparks igniting their new-found romance.
realistically, not a chance in heaven or that firey pit below the earth’s long-hollowed core this pair of Hollister-clad hoodlems will even remember this night happened.
Pity, too, because the glow on their faces was enough to lug and tug my stunted romantic notions from the old joints that refused to dance.