The Giver (Original Poem)

Her lips dim the room
Like some sort of
reversed spotlight
Obscuring everything
but her smile
And my imagination
Primal thoughts
invade the perimeter
of my imprisoned focus
Beguiled by her grin,
I stir imperceptibly.
Gazing intensely
I imbue indigence
And she
immediately understands
A chuckle escapes
my benefactor
As she kneels
To philanthropize
The needy