by Juliette Sebock


Glances meet across the room.
Stealthy smiles, a secret shared,
Brush of a hand, a whispered word:
Quiet’s comfort, safe and sound
And still.
Content to just sit, eye to eye
Across the table —space, still.
Finally speak,
Surreptitiously, still.

 It’s about time we reach our
Balcony scene,
Long-delayed climax of our
Act III,
Until thus
With a kiss
We live.


Juliette Sebock is the author of Mistakes Were Made and has poetry forthcoming or appearing in a variety of publications.  She is the founding editor of Nightingale & Sparrow and runs a lifestyle blog, For the Sake of Good Taste.  When she isn’t writing (and sometimes when she is), she can be found with a cup of coffee and her cat, Fitz.