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 Lets do it for the right reasons Pressed against each other In heart and mind.