Cupping her hands
An inch or so away
From each arcing side
Of the cool, clear orb,
She drew her lips near
As if to kiss
Its smooth surface.

Her breathy whispers
fogged the fine glass:
“Show! Oh, show him
To me!”

As if ignited
By her ardor,
The crystal ball
Began to glow.

She tucked her chin,
Peering in with her good eye, and
There! There he was! “Oh…”
It was love at first scry.

for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt