Ghazals of the Wintertime: II

by erikash03

I am lost in the fox’s fur,
bleeding from the white spikes, and shivering.

Amidst the snarling beasts and curs,
I hear only the light chime of your laugh. And I’m shivering.

Cast down from blistering heights
into the cold, empty void; shivering.

As I grasp at the flesh of life,
your eyes shimmer against the stars. And I’m shivering.

Phantom rocks silently float,
fallen prey to a crystal sickness, shivering.

Under the stare of forlorn ghosts,
your bold light flies. And I’m shivering.