8/3/94, 1:20 p.m. D.F. Mxico



I feel your heat pushing down on me, rushing through the clouds.

Almost oppressing, almost overbearing.

Almost taking me away.



I breathe your air. So hard, so dear, so full of death.

Almost choking, almost gasping.

Almost taking me away.



I hear your heart. The pulse beating to the rhythm of the Metro as it takes 
me.

Almost missing, almost lost.

Almost taking me away.



I feel your passion. Pressing me, pulling me toward you with desire.

Almost kissing, almost touching.

Almost taking me away.



At once entranced, at once repulsed, I cannot pull myself away.

Enfolded in your caress, I am weak with the desire to escape in your valleys.

Almost leaving, almost staying.

Almost taking me away.



©94 E. Smith Pelayo