Between Us

The words that pass between us skip behind
Their masks and hide the sliding verbs who blush
To touch the thawing sounds' unfolding petals
On passing smiles where silence links our secret.

A harmony winds through the subtle mix
As counterpoint evolving into chords
With each and every note upon the scale
We play behind our eyes with our own heartbeats.

I sculpt your image from my thoughts and paint
The figure with desires' primary colors
In balanced tones of memory and hope
Smooth as your skin beneath the dawn's first touch

To set in my imagination's woods.
But all this artwork's only just the heat
Between us rising into golden clouds
I gather to spin these iambic verses.

Santiago del Dardano Turann

Archived 06/09/2010