Multitude

I am poetry scribbled on rose petals; I am words pressed into pink; I am the ink wetting words sinking into softness

I am the canvas unfurled, light and blushing; I am the model; I am the muse; I am the artist

I am the meaning plucked and planted; I am the pen, gliding across the silken surface

I am expanding, growing, wilting: freshly opened, colors soft and bright, emerging into sunlight

I am pollen at the center, beckoning, prolific sunshine yellow, glittery dust: enticing and everywhere

I am the blushing under the skin, the glow upon the face, the shadows that trace the curves

I am every color and none, refracted and sparkling, shifting and bending the light; I am burning stars at night, pinpoints; I am a specific, infinite paradox

I am the love that lifts the hand, picks up the pen, pours the tea, stretches the body; I am the fire with the power to change, transform, inspire growth

I am the lit candle, flickering and dancing, illuminating and pleasant: don’t touch