
She gives what lives in her
He takes what he needs
From the stores of her heart
She always leaves a little for herself
Parcels it out, best she can into
Desert sands and an oasis
Simply a mirage
Some red stream, running from her heart
He drinks from it
Taking it all in
Until his mouth fills with sand
Realizing he can’t drink from a refraction of her light
It belongs to her.