Her hips, with grace, brush smooth from side to side

And pound, my heart does race in humble testament

She paints - so fine - vivacious, muted tones

But I stay lost, awaiting artless hell alone

Her smile, like glass, does glimmer, clear and pure

Yet I still cling to my darkness, hollow and
bleak

She throws her light around in playful games

So my fingers burn in her winking trail of flames

Her hands, stunning, cast out a spell-bound awe

And I cannot speak for my throat does duly
close

She charms, enchants, so reviving and sweet

But my blockage wanes away with shying deceit

Her spirit, life-filled, does dance in the night

Still my feet stay locked down, drowned in heavy
cement

She floats, euphoric, justly unheeding

So I mourn this pain she may never hear screaming