That September night,
do you remember?
you stretched out your
hand… over the bed
and split the moon,
in half. and butterflies
came
in the midst of heat
and butterflies came
in the midst of fervor
That September night,
do you remember?
I was yours and you…
were mine, right there,
between your neck and
the last drop of
sweat, right there
between my left breast
and your pounding heart,
somewhere between two
cries and a whisper, you
were you and I was I.