Za's Stair - One to Ensenada

Undone, yet most certainly alive
Slipping through the air and asking why
A matador of senses, a private cad
Acrimonious defenses fail at last

Uncertain and unworded in reply
A tempest in the tidepool of his eyes
Your every bitter lashing he'll accept
Mesmerized to think he's in your debt

It is the day

Written by:
Frank DiPietro

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