Poem by Donny Barilla


 

Ghost

I wrap my flesh upon the ghosts of your silk gown.
with the dampness of the shrouding loft, I
stumble to the bedside and I smell the scent of burlap
and sulk into the pillow of down.

You retreat to the fading light as each hustling dust shreds
through the shadow of the slippery new moon.

Quivering upon you, the gape of the open window
moans with each powdery bone fiber.

In the dance of this chilled, trembling vapor, sweet
tastes lounge across the posture of my lips.

I quake to the sleek wisp of your enigmas which flounder
every flooding juice from mouth to tug of the fibers
found upon the gasping relish where I sleep.

 

Donny Barilla, born in Dallas, Texas, weaves around common themes, such as: mythology, nature, human intimacy, and theology. Writing on a daily basis, he engages in the beautiful landscapes that surround him in his home of Pennsylvania. He currently works on his next book and has published in numerous journals and magazines.

Glenn Bowie is a published poet, lyricist and photographer from the Boston area. He also owns and operates an elevator company that supplies custom-built elevators for clients from New England to Hollywood. Author of two poetry and photograph collections (Under the Weight of Whispers and Into the Thorns and Honey) on Big Table Publishing, he donates all profits from his books to various charities for the homeless and local animal shelters.

 

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