Sometimes my muse
Is her
My endless love
Of togetherness
Countless memorable moments
In a life of no regrets
Even though sometimes
I used to smoke cigarettes.

I have moments too
When I desire to write
About fantazied lovers
Women of my desires
Blondes, Red, dark, auburn
And chestnut hair.

Eyes of blue, green, brown
Mysterious all around
Lips so tender
Cherry sweet
Honey coated, tantalizing
Sinful
To say the least.

Sometimes I search
The dark corners
Of my thoughts
Where shadows reside
Hiding from reality
As my soul
They torment.

I gain muse from paintings
Friends, every day people
That surrounds the world
Of my presence.

Of roads, mountains, flowers
All kinds of critters alike
Because I have come
To respect, as I enjoy
The reality of life
Remember this
Life comes at you fast
Now you see it, now you don't.


By: William Bonilla
09/20/06