Colored tales

I flow like an essence
In the erupting fluids of a volcano,
In the nonchalance of an embedded ruby,
In a gazelle’s agony inflicted by the hyenas’ pangs,
In the succulent stigma of a hibiscus,
In a flamingo’s plumage,
In the blooming saffron fields,
In the violence of the evening sky.

And this day, and this very moment,
I reawaken in a new form.
I shine lustrously, 

Like a secret invitation - on Madame Bovary’s lips,
A color as engrossing, full, teasing and magnetic,
And I enthrall the audience.
I am the seduction.