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
