I think, I breathe, I sleep
I can move in three dimensions
When I am Lucky
I hunt and I eat.

I've become one
With the swamp surrounding me
The mosquitos
No longer desire the taste
Of my blood.

It's become a repellent
To them
100% proof, pure whiskey
My solution
For my mountainman Blues.

With each sip
I joyously swallow
One more image, of her disappears
As it fades from black to white.

I have acquired
The musk and stench
Of my surroundings
Animals know my scent
I've come to know theirs.

The smell of Jasmine
Hers and the sweet breath
I used to inhale
Torture my nostrils.

Their scent refuses to abandon
The memory of what
Once was mine
Before I lost her
To a battle of time.

I witnessed, the true beauty
God had Blest her with
Her smile, laughter
Whispers in sensuous nights
When divine pleasures reign.

Now my bare back leans
Against A tick infested tree
As I wait to be blest
By just a little sleep.


By: William Bonilla
08/05/05