Blow out the candles, watch the purple smoke curl
listen to clatter of plates and forks
as people talk, words sliding into one another,
and the wrapped packages sit waiting to be torn open,
I know what I want isn't in any of them.
It can't be wrapped, it can't be bought, it can't be given so easily
This gift, this want of mine is uncompromising, it will
settle for nothing less than its entirety.
And you, without even knowing, dropped a ribbon
into my hands, a chance to tug it open, to see if
it sparkles as much in real life as it does in my dream.
So I lean in and lick the base of the candle
Knowing my wish has already been granted
because all I wished for was a chance worth taking
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