Love in a Few, Choice Words

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