Shaded..

She walks apart of the shadowed milieu...
In seeking words from another..
Amongst scorching bristles and stealth
In an unkempt rendezvous...
With the Sun..

Many crept apart...
From a fallacy of amour..
Inside that pouting heart..
Which hoped and hopes still;
For rebukes and whims..
Which smudges away deletions..
And expressions...
She holds back.. away...aloof..
From the Parisian walkways..