Sketching. In Black and White.

Her eyes burn off the canvas, 
into his. 

He reaches to find the outline of her face. 
And his thumb sweeps a gentle arc across her cheek.  

His hands are coated in black, and she is beautiful.

He looks up, pauses. 
And their eyes meet.  
Her runaway smile escapes. Then his.

But he pulls his gaze back down.

And focuses on spreading the charcoal, 
into a delicate shadow-veil.