Attracted by the lady
The man becomes affraid
No being ever beat him
Not even when acclaimed
He spits to the air
Like a ritual charade
Swalling every inch
Of this so called mermaid
Contemplating the moment
He rides thru the air
Dancing like a see-thru
As pretending not to care
Compressed by feelings
Grows panic solitaire
Takes the toll of the day
Like a hero unaware
Vasco Pompaelo
