I.

He sees

She knows

And so wants to.

He brings

Her gifts

And asks politely

For grace

As mercy

And then he waits.

II.

No answer comes

From sullen eyes.

I see myself

Inside her mirror.

Tinted and obscured.

The sun then sets,

And our eyes close.

Through cold sands I

Turn and muster

The strength I need

To ask again.