this is where
they make their stand
dreams, desires
more or less demands
she holds his heart
he holds her hand
thinks long and hard
that yes they can
although at times
they've made their bed
deep down inside
it's more un-kept
with little done
far less said
a burden to
this bird in hand
he moves her closer
to the light
the two of them
with one desire
a spark a flame
a burning fire
could these flames
reach any higher
when more is less
and less is more
the case is shut
this open door
once embraced
the when's, what for
which makes it more
hard to ignore
this fluttering
of in-between
heart to heart
this single beat
the two of them
as one set free
he with her
and she with he