Here is a woman who seems wrapped up in her own world, talking to her shadow and tossing her golden hair, and a man who can't look away. The poem is told in short, clipped lines, and we only see him through what she does to him. The scent of roses trails after her and pulls him in, almost like a trap he doesn't want to escape.
What stands out is how the feelings pile up. "Capturing," "torturing," "burning" are violent words, yet the last two, "pushing him closer" and "teasing," show that he keeps wanting more. The attraction is both painful and irresistible. Nothing suggests she is aware of him at all, which makes the pull feel even stronger, and a little unfair.
The mood is sensual and restless. The single-word line "Alone" at the start gives her an air of mystery, and the abrupt ending leaves the tension hanging, unresolved, like the desire itself.