Reproaching, leaning against my attention Her cupped body, my eyes trickle down her Luminous hair, jealous dress against her earthenware, earnest skin Framing what she knows like the book in her hand, her palm Eagerly charitable, arms Unconcerned, unlike eyes Describing tempests I only assume she has Found within, espoused without, our gorse lining The blooming of social trials And her look, glance, flitted worry Grey eyes not surrendering the reflection That's not there Luminous, grotto ragazza Is what I see, what I see