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Naked Eyes

She should not be standing there
Waiting. The doe upon the pasture.
Today he goes out hunting.

The dogs are ready, and all
The guns polished. Even the boots
Have been scrubbed to look

Like new. They set off happy,
With almost youthful excitement.
They will bring back many

Birds today and the women
Will sigh at their brave efforts,
And cook will be glad

Of the extra meat. The doe
Stands patiently in a clearing
Shafted with sunlight.

He sees her bathing, where,
All the light is falling.
And he is struck, momentarily,

By an overwhelming sense of awe.
Almost, he falters. She turns,
Knowing, she looks at him

And meets his gaze. Those
Naked eyes will surely mean
The death of previous desire.