In the mornings, when We're the first to wake

After bending practice, together by the lake

Fleeting moments alone, whispered words and tender touches

Quickly scrawled notes, rips and creases and smudges

In the forest, hiding behind the trees

Sometimes hiding in plain sight, in the way We tease

Across the room, talking with Our eyes

All of the places, the ways We disguise

-Camouflage