Crimson Elegy
Reflection
In the crimson embrace of lips, a world unravels,
A canvas of chaos, yet a symphony of grace.
Red streams like rivers of passion, bold and unyielding,
A testament to the raw, untamed essence of being.
The white teeth gleam, sharp and unapologetic,
A paradox of beauty and the primal instinct.
Splashes of color dance around, a kaleidoscope of dreams,
Each hue a whisper of secrets, each stroke a silent scream.
This is not just a mouth, but a portal to the soul,
A gateway where the wild and the refined collide.
In its depths, we see ourselves reflected,
A mirror of our desires, fears, and pride.
The blood-red lips speak of life, love, and loss,
A reminder that beauty often comes at a cost.
Yet, in this chaos, there is order, a rhythm,
A call to embrace the wild within, to let it sing.
For in the crimson elegy of this image,
We find our own stories, our own meaning.
A reminder that transformation is in the eye of the beholder,
And in the heart of the beheld, a silent rebellion.