Her feet move in a swift motion,
Stepping on emotions,
Broken feelings but never back peddling.
Her movements force fear
Far away from his slow steps
Over emotions never felt.
Two trains passing in the bittersweet
Night. Flashes of fictional love,
He traces her writhing on the heart.
Passion framed perfect
And the performance poses as its. Lost art.
Both draw on canvas, too far
To notice the strokes of her brush
Have gone too far;
Drawing inspiration from elsewhere.