CONVERSATION     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
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