On this day of September,
I am overwhelmed,
two of my passions
have crossed pads,
while writing words
and exchanging love,
I stay awake,
words come to me,
so do his kisses
making lines
on my body,
I create poems
while I moan.

While I write
my ideas on a
screen, he makes
love to me,
moon and stars
see how a September
night became
a beautiful constellation
of literature and sensuality.