Birth Ii

Sultry San Francisco September enveloped hours of labor. Hot, searing waves of pain moved around and down My mound of naked flesh pushing as a tide with no ebb. Into the dank, dark North Beach hotel room came two men dressed in white, Blurred in their motions of haste by my sweat-filled eyes. My nakedness was covered by a cool white sheet floating down with a caress. Three flights of stairs met us as they carried the stretcher down Out into the concrete furnace of Indian summer. Tourists standing staring watched My mouth open in a triumphant scream: "The Baby ... the baby is coming!" Moments later, siren sounds filled my mind as his body brought the crowning.