Spellbound

It was beautiful to watch

As I stewed with a low and muted envy

At how he loved her

This stranger in an airport,

beaming with pride from ear to ear

with a familiar wonder at his girl

As she effortlessly entertained their friends

Her confidence emanating from within

and amply spurred on

by his admiration

She captivated everyone

Him, them, me

She laughed completely;

open mouth, teeth showing

I couldn’t hear it but I could see

Her voice moved up her throat and soaked

every single cell

inside him

His eyes shining so wholly proud and spellbound.

(c) Ruth Nineke 2018



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