"I'm hungry," the poet said. The young man still looked confused. He didn't seem to understand the poet's words. She felt quite worried when she realized that; without her words, what good was she? All she had were words.
But she really was quite hungry, and she could smell something food-like from inside the house. Her stomach was growling. She put her hands on it, to still the noise. At that, the young man smiled. He stepped into his dark house and beckoned for her to join him.
The poet stepped inside.