🌙 The Mirror’s Kiss
Red lips bloom in the midnight sky,
painted fire against the hush of stars.
A hand lifts the wand of desire—
lipstick glowing like a spell just spoken.
In the mirror, the moon waits,
its silver face framed by ruby whispers.
The reflection hums with secrets:
“Speak, and the night will answer.
Kiss, and the stars will listen.”
Every shade is an incantation,
every curve a portal.
She does not wear the lipstick—
the lipstick wears her,
becoming a key that unlocks
dreams buried in the cosmos.
The lips part.
A promise drifts into the dark:
“I am the voice of beauty,
I am the hymn of power,
I am the kiss of eternity.”
And the night,
with all its galaxies and ghosts,
leans closer to listen.












