At the Metro
We held the same handrail
our hands were touching
you were smiling
movements of the vehicle
that got us bumping on
and getting far from
each other, like our first dates
when sometimes you hesitated
other times you dared
give yourself spontaneously
to the momentary passion
like now when the movement
of the vehicle brought you on me
and I felt the shape of your body
falling onto mine with such eroticism
that I felt a sudden elation
discovering the exquisite
contour of your left breast
Libros Libertad 