An Old Poem, I never posted

A Gentle Kiss
~~~~~~*~~~~~~

Upon the rising sun
Cascading fluids
Of purification
Cleanses my body
Anticipating her placing
On my lips
A Gentle Kiss
Feeding me passion.

I chose and adorn
Clothing on my structure
According to the clouds
Softly sailing by
For the comfort
Of my soul.

As we
Walk hand in hand
Through the fields
In Elysium
Among the roses,
Lilies and flowers wild.

Inhaling the scent
Of life
Observing the Unicorn
Prancing their dance
Of the rut
As the Lion yawns
Lazily
Beneath a shady tree
In the meadows.


By: William Bonilla
“D’Artagnan”
04/16/2013