“The day that you arrived
I was caught under your spell.
And I was okay with that.”
The day that you arrived was the day my world lit up. Like I saw the sun for the first time under a lifetime of moonlight. It was so bright at first that my eyes watered and all I could see was a white-hot light. But then my eyes adjusted and I could see more than shadows. I could see more than darkened colors. I saw you, and those damn eyes that made color itself jealous. And those hands. Those tendons and veins running through them. Oh, how they could move.
I was caught under your spell. And I was okay with that.
© Sarah Doughty
What sweet music
your hands could make.
I met my husband in high school
band practice. And I couldn’t help
but watch him play.
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