The shadow walks to highlight her form As broken sun lights up her naked charm To seize those figurative curves, I watch her lewd flanks that never move But in her silence she speaks to me Of her joy and my judgmental decree, Uninhibited moments of longing Breaking each lover's spell that binds her Within a painters stroke on canvas For she actually comes to haunt My very existence with beauty And love which never truly existed. Could I be her lover and not touch: Those gold hairs she lovingly displays.