Fantasy ***** Ghost - Hunting White Lady Poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan

Descends from wilderness of the stars
traversing in the dark
earthly soil

Looking back
I see that lady in over all white
loosen like
human post of the light
over the wooden turning of
the weeds in the shadow
of death
of fear
of horror
of terrible run away
from weeds jerking

bamboo's hair in
my flesh rising up
like a tamed coy percupine

and the white soul
reverbarating
untouchable as Diana's face
as virgin as Mona Lisa's smile
flows round the night of
sexualizing modern vampire

ascending back into the
wilderness of the stars

twisting among mortal minds
vibrating to believe
the lucrative story
of my ghost fantasy