Flirting With a Villanelle

I sit and watch her from afar,  

as she floats across the party crowd—
  
the shell of a girl, renowned, a star.
 
She clasps the hands of those who are  

lured by her golden aura—loud,  
it glows, as I watch her from afar
  
 
and no one knows—bizzare—  
her skin a translucent shroud—
  
just the shell of girl, but renowned, a star.  
 
She is the sweet, potent smoke of a cigar,  
as she floats around the party crowd.  
I watch from afar—  
 
She weaves them connected, the dots that they are,  
upon her tender canvas. If only for a moment, she is proud  
to be the shell of a girl, renowned, a star.  
 
Yes, camouflaged by sky dark,  
I smile to know, for me she is bound  
as I sit and watch her from afar,  
the shell of a girl, renowned, a star.