Anthracite

The leather was brown and covered her shins
Still smiling as the food touched her lip
Her eyes were anchors that kept me to her

A blonde flick of hair drifted to the eye
But was arrested with a graceful sweep
Authoritively placed behind her ear

A chain of silver fell between her breasts
And I believed it to be a conduit of the heart
For surely it was the source of radiance

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