She is difficult to read. The words are vague.
Yet he cannot sense a space between them.
What she asks for, she doesn't want. She wants
What she cannot ask for. That's all he knows,
Or all he thinks, as he loses himself
In the greenness of her eyes ...
She doesn't think she needs anything at all.
What he gives to her comes straight from the sun,
Her natural portion, not to be queried
Any more than the air they both breathe.
Thus, what she is comes out of what he gives,
What he thinks she's trying to say.
