When You're Quiet

I like it

When you're quiet,

Leaning back

Against the red cushion

Of your seat

In the Performing Arts Center.

The way you're

Head's five inches

Form my shoulder,

In the corner of your chair

And your leg's

So close to mine

I can feel it,


Even through my jeans.

And the way

That you looked


With your eyes closed

The light from the screen


Old World War II clips.

I like it

when you're quiet.