the little space left


now comes the evening
pressed against each other
moving down the page

i want to stride the distance
the little left

we found love rashly
took it in our palms
and wore it out

in the moonlight

pressed against pillows
pressed against each other
your dark hand, with curiosity
your dark blood, slowly

in the empty rooms of
voice
where the moon moved
knowing
one day we'll be joined

let's do it for the right reasons
pressed against each other
in heart and mind.