By Donald Hall
Submitted by Kirk
Date: 2001 Jun 28
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        At dinner their first night
    He looked at her, her bright green eyes,
          In candlelight.
    They laughed and told the hundred stories,
        And kissed, and went to bed.
          "Shh, shh," she said,
"I want to put my legs around your head."
            Green eyes, green eyes.

        At dawn they sat with coffee
    And smoked another cigarette
          As quietly
    Companionship and eros met
        In conversation's afterplay,
          On their first day,
And late for the work she loved, she drove away.
            Green eyes, green eyes.
--Donald Hall