Pudo Ser

The air is charged with suspense
downpour and no taxi
I feared
and it could have been intuition.

Summer of death and resurrection
I thought I heard his steps
or
it could have been suggestion.

Felines in the park
turning the corner,
naked she approaches,
ferocious presence
or
it could have been the heat.

We fall struck by lightning
coming from the future,
or
it could have been passion.

Lies slide from her lips
I can't look at her anymore
it still tears me apart
when I hear her body ask...

It could have been a mistake,
I feared
and it could have been a mistake.