poems for love, sex, you and angels II (back and forth for you both)

[because_it_is]

it's nights like this i miss you most.
it's too quiet where i am
and i know you're somewhere a lifetime
and a thousand miles away--
it's still bright out there,
still warm enough for t-shirts
and you're laughing.
if i strain hard enough, i like to think i can hear you.

*

our angels pitched themselves out my bedroom window.
they got tired of being unpoetic,

Comments

[tomyretrospect]

i really love 5,6, and the second to last one. i like your writing so much because it reminds me of the spaces between conversations, where words aren't what's speaking, but body language, and the silence. that pause. if that makes any sense.