Anthracite

A smile creased his face
remembering the night before
a preciously addictive safe place
the laughter made him sore

She reflected the smile
knowing what he thought
storing every move on file
each touch her mind had caught

As they reached to the others hand
adding the moments to the stack
only they could now understand
smiles with two long blacks

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