First Date Impressions

 

I can’t remember

the color of her

eyes, and yet

I know

I looked at them for most the night.

 

I stared into her eyes

as the conversation danced

between us

in an imperfect tango,

but aren’t those the best kind?

 

If I had to guess,

I would say blue,

and a medium one at that.

 

I do remember

the butterflies

clipped to her hair.