I am the scarlet whisper of a kiss.
I am the soft petal of budding springtime peony.
Yet like the sharp flint of a brilliant diamond I am also hard.
I am the bright crimson flush of a blush upon the apple of your cheeks.
And the translucent bubbles that tickle your nose in a flute of sparkling champagne.
I am sticky and sweet, cotton candy, melting on your tongue beneath the twinkling lights of the fair.
At night, I streak across the twilight sky, a twisted, twirling fiery display of fuchsias and corals.
And a rose by any other name would still bloom, bright and sanguine.
The snapping and popping of gooey bubblegum.
The crinkling of crisp tulle in a tutu,
The satin sheen of a slipper.
I am in all of these things.
But more than anything,
I am the feeling that
On the darkest day,
Your biggest dreams
Can come true.
If you only believe.