What trails behind us
Is a smog of colors
Each step
Is a fume of a truth
That only you and me
Can see

What plays between us
Are songs of birds
every strum of my hand
on the strings of your back
every breath that
you whistle on my ear
is a symphony
only you and me
can hear

What speaks between us
Are whispers of trees
The words that whirl
Between your lips
And mine is
A poem they will not understand