Red ribbons

  for all that has read a similar title before: much difference are words. Enjoy!

      Velvet caresses satin. A glossy
sheen. A soft paleness erupts. Causing
eyes to shift.

       Blink back the awe. Floral
stitches. Red upon red. Strands in
variations.

       Fingers pull tightly. Stretching
fabric across whalebone. Stiff. Hold breath.
Exhale ever so slowly.

       Eyes widen as cinnamon air addresses
the velvet, red ribbon. Crunching, swishing.
Lace is trimmed.

       Kind are the thoughts. Petal soft is
the heart. Smile flushed bright red.
Cheekbones a slight pink hue.

       Perhaps not only do my eyes
sparkle. Maybe yours too.