Hold My Breath

 "Oh, won't you stay 

Just a little bit longer?

 Please let me dance

 And say you will [(Say you will)]"

--Maurice Williams, Zodiacs, Stay  from the compilation Running Around (1960) 

 

Robert Jackson. Untitled (Adolescent couple wearing paper crowns at a dance). 1970. American 20th Century. 

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Between flickering flames, my birthday candles melt against the heat of your name; my breath has compassionately wished upon these wax pillars of luck, to call you mine. Every infantile covet that has been conjured under the spell of Night's sultry air, has been balanced by a sense of light that beams in the rings of your eyes. It's a pleasure to feel the weight of sugary integrity dance on the tip of your tongue whilst I twirl tufts of hair, that lay upon your head, around my finger. 

Even amidst your discerning absence, I can smell the lightness of your tasteful character; give into sensation and I want to eternally waltz across these delicate, velvet petals wholly, for this radiance you bear is ever-so becoming to your beauty. Taste the dynamic spice that flutters with fascination, that dawdles in the drafts, and crown me a faithful servant to my adoration of you-- sweet Carnation. 

Now we sit in the throes of Time, always reminding ourselves that this a temporary stand-by until we are in the presence of one another, once more. And my, does Time know how to carefully saunter in a slow fashion, when it knows that this growing tension of a waiting-game could be cut with the dullest knife in the kitchen and still somehow be gratifying. However, there are kaleidoscopic thoughts of you and me that are faint ghosts of what the Future beholds; I've patiently watched and attentively waited this long to see you under this light and I would wait a thousand more years, in exchange for a second to be next to you, again.