Tryst by Lenna Jawdat

The sun sets
as we sit
sipping spritzers
sparkling elixirs
from cold cups
wet / with condensation
Slurping opalescent oysters
saline and succulent
glistening with liquid
translucent, reminiscent
of cool cerulean ocean
cascades, (c)rush, crustacean
Eyes glitter in the golden
shards of slanted light
honeysuckle scent and firefly glint
as the streetlamps alight
summer nights
s t r e t c h
languidly as a lithe cat
Murmurs
(((echoing))) in the cool vestibule
shoes clicking down the corridor
we’re hushed
whispering, on the cusp
anticipating
the first brush
of your fingers
against
my bare back
A shiver
the secret thrill
of not knowing
whether
you’re still
with her
Lenna Jawdat (she/her) is a poet and therapist. She has been published in Stone of Madness Press and is forthcoming in FreezeRay. She loves bubble tea and growing herbs. She lives in Washington, DC (Piscataway/Nacostan land) with her partner, two cats, and a rotating cast of foster kittens