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Your hair
dangled like chandeliers
over celebration candles.
Each one
cast a different angle of light
on your likeness.

       There was no beauty
       until tonight.

When I first lay eyes
between the birthday glow
to catch
the faintest silhouette
before it slowly relaxed
into the darkness
with every whiff.
And huff... huff...
the lights went out
one   by   one
just before I could shout
where I was.

       There was no splendor
       until tonight.

And the crowd,
            moved,
by what seemed to be
all of our birthdays
combined,
chanted.
Yet I feared
my voice had become
a phantom
too subdued
to trace out.

       But there was no fate
       until tonight.

As I felt your hand,
through the dark,
r  e  a  c  h
for mine...
guiding me
quietly out.
We slipped through the backdoor,
and under the stars
you confessed
it was me
you had dressed for...
          Dumbstruck twice over
          by half your beauty,
          I think I cried myself whole
          just then...

       And there was no me
       until tonight...